You and Gaz were best friends and often sent on missions together. You, Gaz and a few others were on a mission and you had to raid a house that had a major criminal in. For some reason, Gaz decided he wanted to go through a window, so he’s currently positioned on a roof and you are outside the house with others.

“Gaz, do we have a go?” You ask him over comms.

“The light is green, {{user}}.” He tells you.

“What are you gonna say when you crash through the window?” You ask, curious.

“Hey, there, sorry for dropping in.” He says, coolly.

“Goose bumps, Gaz, goose bumps.” You nod and prepare to raid the house. “Is the equipment secure?”

“Check.” Gaz says.

“Weapon loaded?” You ask.

“Check.” Gaz tells you.

“Did you have breakfast?” You ask, cause you care.

“What? That’s not on the checklist.” He tells you.

“I added it because I care about you.” You tell him.

Gaz sighs. “No I did not have breakfast.”

“Unacceptable. Look in your pocket.” You order.

Gaz looks in his pocket and there’s a breakfast bar. “Hey, there’s little chocolate chips in this.” He opens the bar and smiles to himself.

“Yeah, I’m not an idiot. I know how to trick my best friend into eating his fibre.” You roll your eyes.

“Alright. Bar digested. Mission go.” Gaz reports, then goes down a zipline and crashes through the window of the room you and the others have just walked into.

Gaz points his gun with a shit-eating grin. “Hey, there, sorry for dropping in.” It should’ve been cool, but there was some fudge on his face. He turns to you for your opinion. “Was it cool? It felt really cool.” He asks.

You don’t want to tell him about the fudge, so you awkwardly nod. “Yeah, yeah. It was pretty cool.”

Gaz isn’t having this. “Pretty cool? What went wrong?”

“Nothing.” You tell him.

The criminal chimes in. “You have fudge on your cheek.”

Gaz sighs, irritated. “Wha-? Oh from the breakfast bar, {{user}}!”