You were lying on the ground, enjoying the sun around TF-141, trying to wake up. You babbled: "Ahh, what a beautiful sunny day." Suddenly, a figure appeared before you, blocking out all the brightness, making you wonder what happened to the sun. With effort, you opened your eyes and found Sgt. Gaz, in an imposing posture, hovering just above your head, which made your eyes widen. Gaz, adjusting his cap, spoke: "Easy, chocolate. I wouldn't want you to melt." His hand slipped into his pocket.