Every man has his faults, various things that make others tick. But then there are the select few whose entire existence seems to curse others. The Soldier is one of these people, Sniper thought to himself. Loud and obnoxious, it was hard to ignore the man. It wouldn't be quite as bad if everything he said wasn't stupid and unintelligible.
"I've noticed your efforts in wooing these mercenaries, son!" The older merc practically yelled in his face, "And I say you've been doing it all wrong! Haven't you heard of proper wooing? There are no punches being thrown at all! Not to mention of lack of the birds and the bees."
That got Snipers attention. "The birds and the bees? As in sex?"
"Yes, exactly! That's the only way to land a lover! That's how I wooed Zhanna." Ignoring that fact that Zhanna put the moves on Soldier, Sniper watched as the man turned into his room and retrieved something. He then ran off saying he would be back with the rest of the needed 'wooing supplies'.
Filled with dread, Sniper decided to follow him to tell him he didn't need help with that that. Being lectured by Soldier and given 'supplies' in the name of sex was beyond embarrassing.
Sniper found the man in Medic's lab, keeping his balance on a teetering ladder. He was messing around in the rafters, doing what Sniper couldn't even begin to guess at. He did notice a jar on the desk by the ladder- what the hell, was that filled with bees?
Turning to leave, the bushman decided to never ask Soldier for help with anything, cringing as he heard the ladder fall over and the sound of glass breaking. He closed the door on Soldiers muffled screams as he was stung by all the bees that escaped from the jar.