1. T (violent threats)
"Give it back NOW before I slit your throat!" I yelled trying to reach across the wide counter-top.
Meat held his arm just two inches away from my finger tips, the item I desperately needed to survive clutched tightly in his gloved hand. "As if," he scoffed sarcastcally. "Please, little one, spare me and don't knaw my ankles off."
Now I was furious. "I am NOT THAT short, you brute. Give it to me NOW!" I scrambled up onto the counter and took a sweeping grab at my prized possesion.
Meat moved it just BARELY out of my clutches. "Uh-uh."
"I'm going to spoon your eyeballs out of their sockets."
"You can't reach my eyes from way down there."
"Then I'm going to reach down your gullet and rip out your throat!"
"Have to catch me first." Meat took off out the kitchen door.
I flew down the hallway after him. I would NOT let him get away with this. 'Even if I'm dead and gone I'll have my revenge eventually. I may be a full foot shorter than Meat, but I'm WAAAYYYY faster.'
I caught up with him in under a minute, right after he darted into the rec room. Worm, Toad, Roach, Ghost, and Mactavish were all there and got a sidelines view of the epic battle.
I tackled Meat by jumping at his legs and wrapping my arms around them. He fell like a stone and we started wrestling. 'Okay, so I'm faster, smarter, and probably a better shot…but he's WAY to strong for me'
After getting whooped at hard wrestling I manage to force Meat into a tight arm-bar. Pulling back sharply on his left arm I yell, "Say uncle."
"Never."
I give his wrist a sharp twist. "Give it back now."
"Nope."
I twist his whole arm. "Say uncle."
"No!"
"It's not going to be pretty if you don't just hand it over Meat."
"Try me."
Still holding the arm bar I lift my left leg and bring my heel down hard on the poor soul's family jewels. His whole body tensed up and he strung off a long list of swear words, some of which I hadn't heard since high school.
"Say it or I swing again."
"Uncle, Uncle!"
I let go, grinning. The other guys were all either cheering or laughing. Worm, who was doubled over and holding his sides from laughing so hard, was the first to find his voice, "Dude, you just got your rear end handed to you on a silver platter by a girl."
"Yes, but with the right motivation girls become savages with a vengence in their minds."
A new round of laughter erupted through our team. Mactavish, who was my commanding captain, patted my back. "Well done Gadget. You're definitely improving."
I saluted him sharply. "Thank you, sir…Although I don't recall this being in my job description." I snatched my precious belonging away from a practically sobbing Meat. "Geeze, I didn't kick you THAT hard."
"It still hurt." He whimpered weakly.
I chuckled and turned to Roach, who was looking at me quizically. "What?" I asked, wondering why he was staring.
"All of that for an iPod?"
I shook my head. "Poor, poor little FNG," I patted his shoulder in mock-sympathy. "Nobody steals my stuff."
He frowns a little but stays silent.
Toad and Worm went back to their conversation from before the whole 'iPod episode' and Mactavish started talking to Roach. Meat left the room, muttering some excuse about needing a snack…I'm pretty sure he was really going to tend to his 'injury'.
2. K+ (unless Go-Fish counts as gambling)
Ghost and I sat down together to play a game of Go Fish. We usually play something more interesting like Texas Hold 'Em or Black Jack, but we were both pretty tired: Ghost from a recent training exercise and me from wrestiling a 240 pound giant named Meat.
"You have any 7's?" Ghost asked, taking a quick swig of his pop.
"Go Fish. Any 9's?"
"Nope."
"Not cool, man."
"What?"
"You can't do that!"
"What?"
"You can't just say 'nope' and expect me to keep playing this with you."
"Fine! Go Fish." He enunciated both of the words in his heavy accent.
I went fishing and pulled out the nine of diamonds. "HA! Take that. I getta go again. Got any 4's?"
"Go Fish."
"Curses."
"Got any 5's?"
I tossed him the five of spades.
He smiled sinisterly (at least it seemed sinister from behind that mask he wears) and then asked for a 2. I threw the two of hearts down on the table. He asked for a nine.
"Go Fish." I said, immitating his accent (which I am actually pretty good at). "Any 11's?"
"What? There is no eleven in go fish."
"Huh? There aren't?" I shot him a confused look. "That makes no sense! There is two all the way to eleven. Why take out the elevens?"
"There is not an eleven in any pack of cards."
"Then why do I have one right here?"
"No you don't."
"Yes, yes I do." I pulled out one of my cards and waved it around so he could only see the back of it. "Right here."
I had Ghost's attention and he was probably really curious at that point. "You're bluffing."
"Bluff? Bluff and lose to you over wether or not I have an eleven of clubs right here in my hand…why would I do that?" There is a moment of silence as Ghost shakes his head. "You know… he really bothers me for some reason…."
"Who?"
"Shepherd."
"HE bothers you?"
"Yeah. He seems like he's gone off the deep end."
"What? Shepard is the most stable man I know."
"It is a loony bin around here…" I shrugged and headed for the door. "I'm gonna go make dinner, I'll call you guys when it's time to eat."
"What about our game?" He challenged, following me towards the kitchen.
"You don't believe that I have an 11. So, I quit."
"You can't do that, mate." Ghost sighed.
I rolled my eyes. "I'll do whatever I want." I grinned, leaving him to clean up the deck himself.
3. M or T (depends on your brain)
"But someone will see us." I whispered, trying not to let my spinning head cloud my judgemet. Shepherd was at the base and if he found us hiding in the armory…
Ghost kissed me again, hands on my hips. "Then let's put on a show." He grinned and I couldn't help smiling back wildly.
Who cares about stall duty anyways?
4. K+
"Gadget," Meat whined, searching for me in the hallways.
"In here." I called back, still focued on the stove.
"Come hereeeeeeeeee!" He chided.
I snarled, annoyed by the interuption. "No. You come here."
"But Gaaaaaaaadgeeeeeeeet…"
It seemed like nobody understood what 'Busy' meant. "I swear, Meat, this had better be really important or I'll—" I push open the kitchen door to come face to face with Meat, Worm, Toad, Royce, Archer, Mactavish, Scarecrow, and Ghost.
"SURPRISE!" They shouted. Archer held up a chocolate cake with 'Gadget' messily printed on with icing and several haphazard icing drawings on it as well. "Happy Birthday!"
I beamed up at them, laughing. "How did you guys know?"
"We have our ways…" Toad assured me mysteriously, wiggling his eyebrows.
Archer punched him in the arm. "He means we stalked your file."
"Sorry about that, lass, they held me at gunpoint." 'Tavish teased.
Worm glared up at him. "We did not! You're the one who wouldn't let me interogate her."
"You would've done it wrong anyways." Meat shrugged.
"I can interrogate!"
"Yeah, a baby seal perhaps." (A/N: Please do not interrogate baby seals. It frightens them.)
I chuckled and accepted the cake from him. "Thank you." I lead them into the kitchen. "We can eat this after dinner."
"Whaaaaat?" Scarecrow whined. "C'mon, Gadget, let us eat it nowwwww."
"Yeah!" Toad piped in. "We have to sing happy birthday!"
"I am not singing." Archer insisted, climbing onto the counter.
"Too bad." Worm crossed his arms. Somehow he'd appeared on top of the fridge. "You're gonna sing and you're gonna like it."
That was one of the best birthdays ever.
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