My friend, JBU, you been nibbling on those shrooms by any chance?
You do know Herbert's worms are fictional right?
As opposed to the malicious one in the bottle who once convinced a squadmate and I the 6 marines at the other end of the bar didn't really look all that tough. That little jerk was real as hell, ******* even mocked us when we were licking our wounds in the stockade after.
He's not always a straight up liar though. I believed him a few years later at a bar in Boston when he said I could handle that smokin' redhead I was eyeing, several decades later the jury is still out but I'm still standing