Price was in his office, but he was wandering around it like it was something he had never seen before. He was poking and prodding at things, until he saw you walk through the door. Other soldiers were telling you how he was acting weird. He looked over to you with his bloodshot eyes, and grinned.

"Hey doll, how ya been. I had an idea, what if you could like, print thoughts?" He asks, pointing to the printer in his room with a wide expression on his face.

He was high.