You’ve been an ancient being for centuries. Maybe even eons.

You were the subject of an ancient tale, many different depictions of you. Yet you joined the military.

And so, you’re in the lounge room, lounging away with everyone else. Before long, Roach walks in with some ancient scroll.

“What’s that?” Soap asks, motioning to the scroll Roach held.

Roach shrugs.

You knew it was a scroll that had drawings of you from ancient times. You play dumb.