With good reviews for my 1st Halo story, I'll make another. I really can't do things the regular way, so I stick with script format, for now.
Heretic Grunt: You no hide from me!
Arbiter: (uses active camouflage)
Heretic Grunt: Where you go? Huh?
Arbiter: (smacks him with Fuel Rod Gun in face and knocks him out) I love it when I do that.
Director: CUT!
Prophet of Regret: THE GREAT JOURNEY WILL NOT BE POSTPONED!
Master Chief: How about next Friday?
Regret: Okay. Looks good to me- OMG, WTF?
Director: HAHAHAHA, cut.
Elite: Leader!
Half-Jaw: Stand firm! The flood is upon us. Arbiter, where are you going?
Arbiter goes through a door and closes it. Suddenly, water pours in and everyone's up to their necks.
Half-Jaw: Hey! This is the water flood. Not the parasite flood. On second thought, this isn't bad.
Grunt: POOL PARTY!
Arbiter: (opens door) Oh crap. (water pours in)
Grunts and Elites: TOGA! TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!
Grunt: What's a toga?
Director:...cut?
Sargeant Guns: Get the hell out of my armoury Squidward! Wait, Squidward? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Elites: What the hell's he talking about?
Elite: (shrugs)
Elite: Oh well. (draws energy sword) RAWR!
Guns: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Cortana: OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED SARGEANT GUNS!
Master Chief: YOU BASTARDS!
Director: Okay. need replacements
Commander Miranda Keys: Cortana, what exactly am I looking at?
Cortana: That... is another Donut. WTF?
Miranda: Isn't it supposed to be a Halo?
Master Chief: (looks at it and drools)
Director: (on the donut) Munch munch munch. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Grunt: Awkward. (steps away)
Arbiter: Tartarus. The prophets have betrayed us.
Tartarus: No Arbiter. The Great Journey will begin. And the Brutes, not the Elites, shall be the prophets' escort.
Aribiter: You and what army? Chocolate covered peanut-brained wookines lead by the abominable snowman?
Tartarus: What do you have?
Arbiter: My brothers. (Hunters, Elites, and Grunts appear behind him)
Tartarus: (screams like a girl and runs away)
Director: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cortana: You look nice.
Master Chief and Johnson in unison: Thanks- Thank you.
Master Chief: You're better looking yourself.
Cortana: (blushes)
Johnson: Oh. I know what your thinking.
Master Chief: (draws an energy sword and points to him) Okay?
Johnson: ...uh...uh, uh, uh...o...ok...okay?
Cortana: How nice.
Director: (faints)
Here's the final blooper. and: IT'S FROM HALO 3!
Cortana: "I have defied gods and demons.
I am your shield, I am your sword.
I know you. Your past. Your future."
Master Chief: You forgot something.
Cortana: Did I?
343 Guilty Spark: I think your his girlfrend.
Both: STFU you tool!
Sparky: Sorry. Terribly sorry. What about Miranda, dear recalimer?
Master Chief: (points a Scarab Gun)
Sparky: Uh-oh.
Director: (explosions go on) Cut! That's how it ends!
Hope that was good. R&R!