" You get that shite in your hair, you'll never get it out." Ghost warned, his eyes not leaving the television screen.

" I wont get it in my hair, geez." Roach answered with a roll of the eyes, his voice slightly muffled by the huge wad of gum in his mouth he had gotten from Royce. The young sergeant was sitting in a chair a few feet from Ghost, blowing bubbles bigger than his head. The Englishman shook his head and sighed as Roach began another bubble.

" Im serious ya bloody fool."

Roach shrugged lazily and continued blowing. Just as the massive pink ball reached the size of his head it popped, throwing a tarp of gum over his face and into his thick black hair.

" SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled out in surprise as he scraped the gum from his face. He couldn't, however, get the sugary goo out of his hair. Ghost chuckled to himself and got up from the couch.

" Ill get the scissors."

Super cool transition…..

" Your going to cut your self." Ghost warned as MacTavish sat across from him, twirling his combat knife in his hands.

" Don't worry mate." The captain laughed, watching the knife carefully. Ghost shook his head.

" Im telling you, your going to cut yourself Tavish."

" Oh please, im a bloody captain, I can handle playing with my own knife without-"

Suddenly the helicopter they were riding in jerked to the left, causing MacTavish to stab himself in the palm.

" FUCK!" He exclaimed, holding his palm down onto his pant leg as he dropped the knife. He hoped Ghost didn't see that.

" Told you mate." The Englishman announced mockingly, not looking away from the window.

" I have no idea what your talking about." The Scotsmen mumbled, his voice tight with pain. Ghost looked over and smiled under his mask. There sat his captain, pants soaked with blood and smiling as if nothing happened.

" You're a bloody moron, you know that?"

" Aye, I know. Can you get out a first aid kit please?"

Super cool transition…

Ghost and Roach watched silently out the window from the couch as Royce and Worm used the garden hose to fill a bucket.

" The bloody hell they up to?"

Roach sighed and shook his head.

" They're going to put it on top of a doorway and let it fall on someone, they do it at least once a week."

Ghost rolled his eyes and went over the open window.

" You halfwits are going to get yourselves in deep shite!"

Both other men looked up and smiled.

" Its okay, its just water" Royce announced " Who ever gets splashed will have a sense of humor about it."

Ghost shrugged and re-joined Roach on the couch.

A few minutes later…

" GET BACK HERE YA FENIAN BASTURTS!"

Roach and Ghost turned the window just in time to see Royce and Worm running for dear life, MacTavish at their heels, dripping with water.

" I warned them." The Englishman sighed. He turned to Roach. " Didn't I warn them?"

" Yes sir."

" Exactly. This is why I should run the world."