Gaz knocked on Soap’s door and walked in to find him intently studying his cluttered desk. The assortment of unusual items caught Gaz’s eye.

“What’s got you so focused?” Gaz asked, puzzled.

Soap slowly lifted his gaze. “Has Amni ever called you something so odd it just didn’t make sense?”

“Yeah, often,” Gaz replied.

Soap picked up a party popper from the desk, his gaze fixed on Gaz. “Today, Amni called me a damn party popper.”