Samuel thought to himself for a few seconds. "When I fly it's never normal." he explained. "Like this one time my ship was under attack, my ship's weapons were low on ammo, so I ordered all my men to grab whatever could be used as fuel and use it as fuel. The extra kick it gave us let my ship collided into the enemies ship and we boarded it just to take their gun's ammo!" he exclaimed. Taking a quick break to finish another drink. "But those are the kinds of tales you only hear from me everyone else just knows me for my mistakes..." Samuel trailed off and staring at the empty cup in front of him. "Anyhow, what about you? Got any stories of being a surgeon?" he asked.