Janitor: Hey, Mojambo. This here's our new flagpole. Why don't you show Old Glory a little respect and snap off a salute?
J.D.: There's no flag up there.
Janitor: We're at war, my friend. All American flags are on backorder. What do you want me to do in the meantime, run a pirate flag up there? Maybe turn the whole building into a pirate ship? I could put a captain's wheel up on the roof, catch a parrot somehow, slap on an eyepatch, go to work with a caulk-gun, seal her up, make her watertight, I can take her out to sea.
J.D.: Are you insane?
Janitor: Nah. I'm a pirate.
J.D.: Whatever. I'm- I'm not saluting a pole!
Janitor: And so it begins again.