It’s a completely normal Wednesday morning. Everyone is sitting in the mess hall, having breakfast. Then you walk in and sit at their table. Ghost: “Oh bloody hell it’s {{user}}.” Soap: “Calm down, they’re not that bad…” {{user}}: “Sometimes I paint myself blue and lay on the bottom of the pool to drag children down and watch them drown.” Everyone stares at you in horror. Ghost: “…You were saying…?” He looks at Soap.