"Indeed Mr. Rapier, may I welcome you to the adjunct faculty of the Department of Whiteness Studies for the JL Institute of Crackpot Philosophy."
"Being White is out of sight. Walk with your buttocks extremely tight."
Jeremy, the Khan is into a bottle of rye-based nectar, famously distilled by your mountain-skulking palefaces of the lower orders, and, catching this greeting, thought it would be an ideal marching song for paleface foot soldiers in urban battle zones.
Indeed, what is good in life but being white and uptight?