Vanu Infiltrator: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
	Master Chief: I see ‘the Vanu‘ didn‘t give you half the maturity to use all that fancy tech.
	Vanu Infiltrator: YOU DARE?
	Master Chief: Seriously, I couldn‘t tell if you were trying to wrestle me or fondle my ass the whole time. It was bizarre.
	The Brass: Good work, soldier. The Brass is impressed.
	Master Chief: Wait, who the hell are you? How are you on my comms?
	The Brass: Nevermind me, soldier. Who are you?
	Master Chief: I can‘t believe this. Cortana? Do you read?
	The Brass: I am obliged to inform you that there is a ‘late sign on bonus‘. Twice as many Certs for the next three wee-ee-e-eezzzzt
	Master Chief: Alright, that line‘s cut. Where‘d Cortana go, though?
	Master Chief: Homosexual spandex men, random radio incursions, and now my AI is off the line... This prize better be worth it.