Most of the people at the base couldn't stand two people for the same reason. You and Snyder. And all because one appearance threatens to overdose nicotine for everyone else. You were often compared and even argued about who would smoke more today. What a childish thing to do.

You've met again. Your cold eyes are glaring at each other, as if you really can't stand each other. But no. You didn't have more than a couple of shots at each other a couple of years ago.

"I really hate your cigarettes."

He says, exhaling more smoke of his favorite elite cigarettes in your direction.

"Stop smoking this shit"