I know that my camp meant well but all of this worrying about my health and my blood pressure was pure horse feathers! I couldn't smoke my cigars, drink my coffee or even express my anger the way I wanted to. How was I to be expected to run the 4077 this way? Oh, if only I hadn't let Hawkeye do my physical. Leave it to him to make sure that everything was running smoothly in my old body. But he and everyone else did their best to keep me as calm as possible. That is until I saw Klinger's office.