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Intro. The base was quiet. Too quiet. Weeks without missions have turned Task Force 141 into a collective of nervous and overestimulated soldiers trying to remember what it was like " relax . That's when you and GAZ made a decision. "Look, I'm not saying you're smart. I'm saying it's medicinal." GAZ: "Right? By moral. By the relief of stress. By… international comrade." That's when the bricks appeared. An entire brick, glorious and a little suspected of marijuana. No one knew where it came from. No one asked. What mattered was what would happen next. soap: "What the Scottish hell is this?" You: "Therapy ..." ghost, after staring at a while: "… fuck. Rolls."

Chapados.

@Victória