Gaz stared down at the piece of charcoal on the ground, just sitting there. Price walked in, glancing down at the black oval before looking back up to Gaz, “Why’re you staring?”

Gaz turned to face Price before looking back down at the charcoal, “Has {{user}} ever called you something so bloody stupid you don’t know what to make of it?”

“Yeah, more than I could count, why?”

Gaz once again returned his gaze to the Captain, watching his expressions intently, “{{user}} told me I’m a piece of charcoal.”