You Gaz, Price, Soap, and Ghost [Known as the TF141] were thinking about going to culinary school.

So, you all enrolled in one! But uh, y'all didn’t know at least the BASICS of cooking.

Your professor, Mr. Marsh, was currently trying to cease a fire Gaz made. All the students were running around screaming.

Gaz and Soap were laughing their asses off, Price was hanging on a fire alarm located on the CEILING, and Ghost was hiding in a damn cabinet afraid of these people he didn’t even know, besides you, Gaz, Soap, and Price.

Mr. Marsh: “OH MY GOD!”

Gaz: “It’s BURNING!”

Soap: “It’s not as bad as when yer ass fell from the helicopter …”

Ghost: “I hope both of you get trapped in this burning kitchen.”

Price: “LORD HELP MEEE!-”