37 Things to do in an Elevator: Halo Style!

Chapter 4: St00p1d 1nt3rw3bZ!

1337: Yaay!

Makarov: Oh god, he's lost it.

Me: No, he's just happy that- ACHOO! there are positive reviews from a Canadian guy, a god, a gamer and a Philosoraptor hunter.

Mario: You think that jumping around, kissing Halsey and Chief, (no, we don't know how he got him to take off his helmet either) taking us out to dinner, and being optimistic is happy?

Me: Well... He did always- ACHOO! Always lean twards me in the insanity department.

Price: Go figure...

1337: My older brother doesn't own Halo! Or the internet or anything else excluding us! Yaaaaaaay!

Everybody facepalms.

11: Go on the internet.

"AGH!" Miranda yelled, throwing her hands in the air. "FINE! FINE! If you don't want to break out of this elevator annd sccumb to the madness that-" "Madness?" Mario said, looking up from his computer. He got up and turned to face Miranda. "THIS!" He started walking twards her "IS!" He broke out into a run "HALO!" And with a mighty kick he kicked her across the room. Miranda got up. "Why you little-" "FALCON! PAWNCH!" He yelled, drawing the energy of the universe into a single punch that drove Miranda into the wall. Then mario jumped back and produced a Spartan Lazer From... Somewhere. "IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZAR!" He yelled before the laser fired, there was a huge explosion and, miraculously, Miranda and the Elevator were unharmed, though Miranda was a bit dazed. Miranda then pulled together the last of her strength to give Mario the finger before passing out.

12: Ask why Makarov and Price are Makarov and Price.

1337 took a deep breath and walked up to Makarov and Price. "Umm..." Makarov and Price looked at 1337. 1337 took a deep breath and spoke, "Why are you guys named after two very important people in the Call of Duty franchise? I mean, it's not like I'm questioning your loyalty to the Halo series, it's just that I'm wondering why you guys are named that. It's not like I'm trying to intrude in your personal lives but I'm curious. I mean... You guys never talk about your personal lives and a guy could get suspicious... Not like I'm suspicious but someone else could be suspicious. I'm not implying that I think you guys are traitors or anything, in fact, I think that you guys are the most trustworthy people I know! But you don't have to tell me if you don't want, it's just a question... A stupid little question..." Makarov and Price glanced at each-other. Five minutes later... 1337 was walking away from Makarov and Price. "Well?" Miranda asked. 1337 took a deep breath and was about to speak when miranda said, "Hey... When did you get those two dents in your helmet?"

13: Order pizza.

Jack was pacing around the elevator mumbling, "It should have arrived by now." Makarov came up behind him "Vat should have arrived by now." Jack took a step back. "Nothing nothing! It's just..." He said hastily. "Just vat?" "Well-" Jack was saved the answer by a dude with about five-hundred pizza boxes stacked one on top of the other appeared. "Someone order a crap-ton of pepperoni pizzas?" He asks. Jack walks up to him and takes the pizzas from him. "That'll be me." He said. "Okey-dokey then, just sign here." The pizza guy said, holding up a paper. Jack pulled out a pen and signed the paper. "Okay then, everything checks out, see you later." Said the pizza guy before he teleported away. Makarov turned to Jack. "Vho is paying for all of zis?" Makarov yelled. Jack turned to Makarov "You are. I memorized you credit card number. "YOU VHAT?" Makarov yelled. Sure enough, after getting Mario off of his computer and checking his bank account, there was a five-thousand dollar gap in his bank account. "!"

14: Make a sammich

Jack's stomach growled. "Hmm..." He said. Jack turned around. "Miranda, sweethart-" "I AM NOT YOUR SWEETHEART!" "Sorry hun, but can YOU MAKE ME A FREAKING SAMMICH RIGHT NAO!" Miranda then threw a jar of peanut butter, a jar of jelly, cheese, bread, lettuce and tomtoes at Jack's face. "Make your own GODD*** SAMMICH!

15: Play Contra.

1337 threw his hands up in exasparation. "F*** THIS GAME! IT'S SO F***ING HARD GODD***IT I WISH THIS S***** GAME WOULD TAKE THE F***ING TRAIN TO F*** HELL SO I NEVER HAVE TO SEE IT'S B**** FACE EVER AGAIN IN MY F***ING LIFE!" He then got an assault rifle and started shooting Makarov's NES. The entire team was watching. Makarov finally realized that that was his NES. "Hey! Zat's vintage!" He yelled before tackling 1337. Jack giggled before he whispered to Miranda, "Three words, anger manegemant class." Miranda nodded, before they resumed watching 1337 and Makarov try to kill each-other, who somehow had aquired enery swords.

1337: Whoa.

Me: ACHOO! That's insane... Even for me...

Jack: I will be scarred for life.

All: Ditto.

Ditto: DITTO!

Me: !