Drill Sergeant: "Are you fucking with me? Are you fucking with me at 0600, Private Griffith? Before I even get some goddamned breakfast?"
[I did my best to return the intensely humorless stone face.]
Me: "No, Drill Sergeant."
Drill Sergeant: "Flying Spaghetti Monster!? I don't fucking believe it!!!"
Me: "I believe it, Drill Sergeant."
Drill Sergeant: "What the hell is wrong with you, warrior?"
Me: "Drill Sergeant, I'm afraid I can't really talk to you about this any further unless I'm in my religious clothing. I need to be in full pirate regalia, or at the very least wearing an eye patch."
Pastafarianism in the military