As a child, your parents would dismiss you by instructing you to search for the perfect rock.

Whenever you come back with your findings, they would reject them all as not pretty enough and send you back out to collect more.

Many years later, while training at Kortac, your trousers caught on some equipment and ripped, a pile of beautiful rocks falling out. Everyone stared and then burst into laughter, except for Colonel Konig.

“What is all this?" He demanded, “Are you a verdammter penguin?”