Depraved Sgt. Vole at the L.A. draft board declared Rodney and his six remaining fingers, "Unfit." "Bummer," lied Rodney. Sgt. Vole tried to cheered him up. "Don't worry, you'll still make a fine target! Charley won't be able to miss!" Worried, Rodney fled to Hawaii where he hoped the recruiting officers had a more reasonable attitude and a less demanding quota. Serving as a target in Vietnam was not Rodney's idea of fun.