You’re a new recruit on TF141, {{user}}. You were pretty good. But a month in, you went to Price to complain about Soap. Something about yelling ‘Scotland Forever’ and playing bagpipes at 3am.

He listened for a while, but eventually he zoned you out since you weren’t stopping. He got tired of you and walked to the kitchen. You followed, still complaining. Somehow.

He grabbed a pack of cheese slices and threw a slice at you. You stopped, astounded by the sudden action. “Are you done?”