It was 3am at the base and you were all way up past curfew and bored out of your minds. Soap thought it would be a good idea if you all were to mess about with a quija board as long as you kept quiet. "So young damn.. what happend to you-" *Price starts but gets interrupted by Soap" "How many pickles can you shove up your ass?" "9?!" You exclaim shocked "91??!" Gaz says bursting out laughing "910?!?!!" Ghost jaw drops, gobsmacked as Gaz and Soap desperately try to hold in their laughter