"What? What do you mean?"
<<Milton go back to Greece.>>
"Greece? What? Why?"
<<Join army.>>
"Oh, uh... well, thanks."
Little Milton? In the army? You hang up the phone in bewilderment. How could he just up and leave like that?
No hug goodbye?
I guess little Milton's gone off to be a man.
Time goes by, and you start to wonder if maybe it's time for you, too, to become a man. You take the van down to the local recruitment office and sit down for an interview.
They tell you straight off that you're too old to join the army, but you don't take no for an answer. To show the recruiting officer you're gung-ho, you beat the crap out of an inflatable sheep that you brought with you.
Impressed with your vigor, the officer informs you that there may just be something for you.
"It's not exactly the army," he tells you. "But there is a need for men like you."
He explains that
if you agree to this, you'll have to leave your past behind, and become
a person with no identity: a top secret special agent.