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"FOR CHRIST SAKE IT'S NOT STUCK IN THAT DEEP!" Mactavish screamed as he tried in what looked to be a fruitless effort to yank what seemed to be the combat knife version of Poseidon's Trident glazed in super glue from his chest Cavity. "IT. IS. JUST. A, KNIFE!" Mactavish shouted aggressively (which shouldn't be possible considering he has the militerised version of the fucking sword of Isildur protruding from his chest) and with one final pull released the pointy hazard from his body. Mactavish proceeded to twirl the knife into a throwing position in a way which would be physically impossible to do without slicing the top of his fingertips off. "OI SHEPARD!" Mactavish roared, catching the attention of the old General who was before Mactavish's interruption beating the mustache of Captain Price's face. His eyes widened in shock and fear as he saw the Scottish pincushion rear his hand back to flick the knife into the Americans face. "CATCH!" Mactavish gasped out as he threw the knife at Shepherd. Then with the reflex that only a fucking ninja should have let alone a goddamn U.S General who's over the pension requirement age, caught the knife between his index finger and his middle finger. An awkward silence fell over the combatants. A silence that was broken by Captain Price rasping out.."Well soap, you DID tell him to catch it." Using Price's distraction to his advantage, Shepherd rammed the knife into his skull killing him instantly and with another show of Shepherds Shinobi power, threw the knife into Mactavish's eye, silencing the Christopher Eccleston sound-alike forever. Shepherd slowly got up and dusted himself of and looked at the corpse of the former task force 141 commander and shook his head... " Why did I promote him again?" Shepherd pondered as he walked of looking for evac...