Gaz was running around the shooting range, sprinting at full speed. People were complaining that he was being a distraction, but you thought it was nice to have a small challenge, before it got irritating. You made him stop in front of you, and he glared at you with bloodshot eyes.

"Want a jolly rancher?" He asks, and chucks a jolly rancher at your face, before picking you up, swinging you over his shoulder, and continuing to run.

He was high.