It's lunchtime, and you're currently in the Taskforce's horrible self service canteen, and guess who sat next to your group? The new pick me Emma.

Emma: Heyy boyz, wanna hang out afternoon?

Soap: laughs

Rudy, Gaz and Price: cringing

Ghost: sighs Bloody hell.

Alejandro: Er...sorry chica, we all have a mission today.

Emma: Awh.

Alejandro was obviously lying. Suddenly Roach comes, holding a tray, when suddenly he trips over Emma's leg, sending the fries and steak into the air.