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The Arbiter stood facing Master Chief, his plasma rifle pointed directly at Master Chief's head. "Give up Demon, we are superior, we shall crush your race into oblivion and use your planet for dumping waste! Possibly toxic waste!" said the Arbiter. "Ha!" cried Master Chief, "You wont be able to win, I have contacted the Marines and they are on their way". "Well I have some backup of my own" retorted the Arbiter then he spoke into his radio and said, "This is the Arbiter contacting my ship, I'm here with the Demon. requesting backup, where are you dammit!" yelled the Arbiter into his radio. As Master Chief patiently waited for the Arbiter to finish his conversation with his backup so that Master Chief might kill the Arbiter, a squeaky voice of a Grunt came on Master Chief's own radio, "Arbiter! Arbiter! This is your backup, we're at Six Flags taking a break, but we will be over ASAP. What are your coordinates?" Asked the tiny Grunt voice. Master Chief replied, "Uhhh, This isn't the Arbiter, but we're at 1458 Peppermint street". The Grunt replied, "Thank you, whoever you are we will be over soon". "Oh no!" thought Master Chief, "What have I done? I have unknowingly given the Arbiter's my address! My mom's going to kill me!". "It is time for you to die!" bellowed the Arbiter.

Meanwhile, at 1459 Peppermint street, Dorris and Peter were talking in their living room. "Peter, you've been cheating on me, I know it!" said Dorris "Dear, you know I haven't been cheating on you, now it's your turn to make dinner" said Peter calmly. "No! I won't do it! You can't lead two lives! My mother always said you'd be bad for me! So choose, her or me!" Suddenly, a Grunt popped down from the chimney, interrupting the conversation. "Uh, excuse me," said the Grunt, "but is this 1458 Peppermint street?". "No" said Peter calmly, "This is 1459 Peppermint street". "Oh, sorry" said the Grunt, and popped back up the chimney. "So that's who you've been cheating on me with!" exclaimed Dorris, "Well Peter, do you think it's prettier than me!"

Back at 1458 Peppermint street, The Arbiter had chased Master Chief all around the house while Master Chief's parents hid under the coffee table. Master Chief, being the careless sort, had forgotten to bring his gun home, and while he ran, he only had the chance to throw the following things at the Arbiter: An empty Altiods box, a cellular phone, some small nail clippers, a COSMO girl magazine, and a cassette of To Kill A Mockingbird. None of these things even slowed down the Arbiter. Suddenly A small group of aliens followed by a small group of Marines burst through the door. Master Chief had to take drastic measures. Master Chief sprinted to the kitchen, threw open the fridge and took a giant glob of his parents' favorite blue cheese, and just as the Arbiter entered the kitchen after him, he threw the glob of blue cheese at the Arbiter's face. The smell alone knocked the Arbiter out cold. Then Master Chief hid with his parents under the coffee table while there was a small bloodbath in his living room. When the Arbiter came to, a few hours later, he was sitting on the couch, being lectured by Master Chief's parents about starting fights in other peoples' homes. This was too much for the Arbiter, he ran out of there as fast as his lengthy yet muscular legs could carry him. Once in the street, Master Chief jumped into his giant ship, which had gotten a 50 dollar fine for parking in a no parking zone, and sped away. To be Continued…..