"…lalalalalalalalalalalala—ACK!" cried the Master Chief as he slipped on a bar of soap while singing in the shower. After gaining consciousness, he went into his room, which was part of a huge barracks. He grabbed an English muffin, or puffin as he called them. There was a knock on the door, and the Chief roared in rage at who would possibly want to disturb his breakfast. "Morning Chief!" greeted Sergeant Johnson, who had a huge smile on his face. "So are ya ready for your cooking show?"
"OMIGOSH!" screamed the Chief. "Sarge, uhhh…remember the last time I boxed?"
Johnson replied with a grim nod. "Yeah, but those ODSTs asked for it."
"But they had families and friends…and kittens.How can I live with the fact that I made all of those kittens ownerless."
The Sarge had a weird look on his face and said. "You don't care about the people you killed?"
"Why should I?" whimpered the Chief, who began to get all teary-eyed. "They called me a dummy…they hurt my feelings. Besides, I didn't mean to kill the guys, and I apologized to them after the fight."
Sergeant Johnson did a double-take at the Chief and spoke, "Chief, no offense…but I think they were too busy being dead to hear you."
At those words the Chief's face went white. "If they didn't hear…then that means they are still mad at me which means their ghosts will come back to haunt me!"
The Sarge rolled his eyes. "C'mon Chief, don't believe in that bullshit."
All of a sudden another Marine walked out of a barracks and tapped the Master Chief on the shoulder. "Hey, si—
"GHOSTS!" screamed the Chief as he darted off in another direction, wetting his pants.
"Oh great," said Johnson, slapping his face.