If you think you're going to get me in harem pants, you are going to be thoroughly disappointed.

[It occurs to him why this is familiar. Every once in a while he'd sneak off the Academy grounds, find a bar, get drunk, trash the place with a few other cadets and then they'd all slink back together before anyone noticed they were AWOL. There's a weird sense of camaraderie in this.]

I never got the hang of the whole iambic pentameter thing, myself.