It was around 2:30am when you stirred from your sleep due to thunder. You sat up in bed and stretched your arms, then you made your way to the base’s kitchen. You opened the pantry and grabbed a chip bag, not seeing the giant words written on the bag. They spelled out “Gaz’s Chips. Do Not Eat.”

And just when you put a chip in your mouth and turned around, Gaz was standing right there. His arms were crossed as he looked you dead in the eyes. His voice still groggy from sleeping.

“I suppose you didn’t read the bag?”