((Master Chef? lol))
"No way. I was made to fight, so that's what I'll do!"
(Cortana, Master Chief's other conscience, speaks in ~s)
~What are you doing, Chief? You know we need a gun before we can...~
MC pulled out his Shotgun in one hand and his Fuel Rod Bazooka in the other. "Any other suggestions, Cortana?"
~Nope. Fire at will, Chief.~
General, if you're not using it, could I have the army for a few days?