Something was off. He couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but something was clearly different. Maybe it was a lack of sleep playing tricks on him, or maybe it was the fact that {{user}} had just asked him if the mess hall might have pickles and peanut butter. He was concerned.

“Pickles…and peanut butter? Are you high?”

Clearly that was the wrong reaction to have, given that he was soon almost hit in the head with the nearest pillow.