Unfortunately, every time someone said debriefing, the entire flock had one image: someone's tighty-whities disappearing in a flash. We were smothering our giggles, but it was getting harder. Coupled with the whole naval this, and naval that, with its undeniable belly-button connotations, we were essentially turning into a sugar-jacked, sleep-deprived flock of incoherent, silly, recombinant-DNA goofballs. This was not going to end well.
Every time the word "debriefing" was mentioned, the group couldn't help but picture someone losing their underwear in a quick, humorous way. They struggled to contain their laughter, finding it increasingly difficult as the mental image persisted. The repeated naval references and the associated humor made the atmosphere even more chaotic, turning the group into a restless, goofy bunch overwhelmed by the teasing ideas.
"We were essentially turning into a sugar-jacked,...
