"Strong. Proud. Rescilient. Ready to fight for your freedom and our future. Always on the frontline, protecting us from our enemies. Do you have what it takes to be a space marine? Do you have what it takes to…"
Newt grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. "Hey! I was watching that!" cried Jack. Newt didn't care. Just thinking about the war made it feel like she was back. Back on that horrible planet. She really didn't want to have a breakdown on the job.
"Don't you think you watch enough tv as it is? I'm almost feeling like I'm a one man team here!" Newt said sternly. "Oh! Come on! You know I have a sprained shoulder!" Jack replied. "Besides, you're not going to tell on the boss are you? That I'm watching TV during work hours?" he added nervously. Newt sighed. "I'm actually thinking on it. Ever since you injured yourself in sector three, you've basically become useless. Your shoulder should be fine by now. What happened man? We used to be a team!"
"Yeah…" said Jack somberly. "It's just… I'm really tired of this job, you know? Same thing all day, every day. Moving boxes from place A to place B. I don't even know what for! It's all classified! For all I know, where just wasting time! Listen, sorry. But maybe it's time to move on, you know? To something less tireing. Something , I don't, exciting even!" Jack said enthusiastically. "Like what?" Newt asked. Jack pointed to the television. Newt stared in confusion at the tv. "A… tv presenter?" she said in disbeliefe. Jack laughed. "No you idiot! A marine of course!" he chuckled. "A marine? Are you kidding me? That's supposed to be…" Newt started, but the bell rang. The break was over. It was time to get back to work.
"Is that supposed to be less tireing? The marines? Do you know what the marines are? It's not a dessert, i tell you that much…" Newt said as she picked up a new box. "Well, maybe less tiering isn't the right word… But there's definitely going to be action and variation, unlike some other places, that's for sure. And yeah, I know what the marines are" said Jack and loaded his box unto the truck. Newt put down her box and stared right at him. "Do you know what kind of war we're fighting here? Those things aren't human! You don't want to be part of this! Trust me. Don't event hink about it, you hear me?" Newt said sternly. "Since when did you become such a hippie?" said Jack passive aggresivelly. "You know, I always wanted to be in the marine corps. Ever since I was a little boy! They're badasses! Haven't you seen what they do? Don't you know how much they have sacrificed for us? I think you should show a little respect!" he continued. "I know!" cried Newt. "I now all about the marine corps. I mean how couldn't you? Their ads and commercials are practically everywhere now! But this war is pointless! Where never going to win! Please, don't waste your life like that!" Newt begged desperately. "I'll do whatever I want with my life, thank you very much! Lighten up! You're awfully negative! Marines are badasses! Of course we'll win this war! Haven't you seen the news? We're kicking their asses!" Jack pleaded. Newt shook her head. "I don't know what to believe anymore." she said in defeat. "Hey! You! Quit lollygagging and start working!" the foreman yelled angrily from his tower. So that's what they did. They didn't speak for the rest of the day.