"And how would you fit into the fighter corps hmm? Where the vodka is freely dispensed and where your fellow pilots will laugh at you for your non-drinking? Hmm I wonder if your liver will take another drink or if it will merely explode. That said, It's a wonder you haven't exploded already - such is the reams of fat coming off you."
He threw some papers at the recruit.
"Fill these in and get to the gym fat-so. I would tell those two marines to throw you out the airlock but A) They'd break their backs trying and B) I doubt you'd fit."