You just wanted to be nice and cook for the team, which ended up in chaos. You had forgotten that the spices you were used to... was to much for the 141 boys.

Ghost sat on the table, his eyes shut, his hands on his foreahead, suffering in silence.

"Water, god I need water!" Soap yelled, taking a big gulp of water and coughing harder. "That makes it worse!"

Price had calmly stood up and drunk milk, calming himself down without making a big fuzz about it, while Gaz was laughing at everything.