Six beers. that's all it took to make Roach finally snap. "Hey Roach have you- WHAT THE HELL?!" Said Ghost as he entered the bunk room. "GOV'MENT CAME AN' TOOK MY BABY!" Roach yelled while rocking back and forth in the fetal position. "What happened to you?" Ghost asked. This being the first time he recalled being worried for the kid. "one minute you're defending the WHOLE GALAXY, and suddenly, you find yourself sucking down darjeeling with Marie Antoinette and her little sister!" Ghost tried to calm him down, but the reaction he recieved was just awkward. "DON'T YOU GET IT?! YOU SEE THE HAT?! I'M MRS. NESBIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ghost just stood there, half confused and half terrified. "uhh... Ro-" ''DO YOU LIKE WAFFLES?!" "Roach I think you should-" ''DO YOU LIKE PANCAKES?!" Ghost had given up... almost. "Roach listen to-" "DO YOU LIKE FRENCH TOAST?!" ''SHUTUP ROACH!" Roach just stared at him. "...KIDDIELAND!" Ghost facepalmed. 'Five minutes ago i'm the best luietenant anyone has ever seen. how did I get HERE?' Ghost thought to himself. He simply sighed and turned to leave, but Roach had other plans... "NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! AM I NOTHING TO YOU?! WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?! PLEASE LOVE ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING!" the seargent (LITERALLY) Cried into Ghost's jacket. "Alright, you're going to the imfirmary." Ghost said before dragging the bawling 21 year old to the doctor.