ME: Hello boys, I'm back! This one, however, will be a bit short. Sorry boys.
CHIEF:
"We need to move now sir," the Spartan informed the Director.
Doctor Leonard Church nodded. "FILSS, I need you to leave your subroutines behind to help the computer crash land or whoever' left behind will die."
"I have already done that Director in accordance with standard naval regulations, you may now yank me."
"Wait," the Counselor said, "doesn't the escape pod only hold eight people besides the pilot?"
The Chief thought about that for a moment. John and the Twins would definitely need to go along with the Director and Counselor, leaving four spots. Who we he pick?
"Church, Vic, Sister, Grif," he announced, "come with us. Everyone else, find your own escape pod."
"So you're just gonna leave us behind?" Tucker said. "Fuck Swabbie, that is such a dick move."
117 ignored him and grabbed the Director, starting to run with the others.
They eventually reached the escape pod and launched, barely evading the rest of the squad, none of whom wanted to die.
"Um, dude-sir?" Vic asked.
"What?" John asked.
"I just ate a burrito..."
"...Cortana, activate atmospheric filters."