{{user}} and roach were sat in the corner of the mess hall, watching the other soldiers, giggling and whispering in this odd language of some sort. You were both talking in ‘pig latin’, a made up language.

“Ehay ellfay touay?” you ask roach, chuckling. you both glance at gaz.

(“he fell out?”)

“Mhm, lewfay ightray touay foay ethay elicopterhay” roach says, surrpessing a giggle.

(“mhm, flew right out of the helicopter.”)