I thought i was a walking, breathing cliché and would be busted somewhere in here, but no. Number 20: The non-Arab gay guy for whom there is no such thing as too much chest hair and for this reason wants to have no. 10 (if male) as his conversation partner when doing drills in class. He gets along well with no. 17's until they perceive his ulterior motives and underlying flagrant Orientalism. His non-Platonic love of learning sustains him through fourth year Arabic. He goes on to get a PhD in Near Eastern studies and becomes an army linguist. Then he is busted while boning up on the local dialect and purged along with 60 others of his cohort. He gets a job at a liberal arts college teaching Sufism or modern Near Eastern History. Most of his friends are then number 4's. Favorite word: Hey, Programmer Budaytti got knocked off this blog for a post that featured the word once too often. I'm not sayin'.