We are a proud people. We toil beneath the sea, wrestling sharks for position, clubbing any small animals that get in the way of our noble goal. We are mocked in universities by draft-dodgers and trust fund babies alike. We are the proud, the strong, the lung-expandingly capable, the dehydrated, the cold. We are the Underwater Basket Weavers of Antarctica. Join us or meet your demise.   Or something.