I would play the mute an then at a totally unexpected moment say something totally random like "grass freaks the shit out of me i mean it's fucking EVERYWHERE....but i like rocks ....ya'll got some nice rocks..... guess what.......chicken butt HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" then run away into the hills to live as a hermit.....and grow a beard.....and....yeah......the possibilities are endless
I would go up to Tex and ask her how much it would cost to kill cause I'll have a job to do. Your time is up VIC!!!!...OR VIC JR! And maybe Master chief to.
lets see. if i were in blood gulch and after i said hello to some one...
to reds: Do you guys have my puma? i lost it a few months ago.
to caboose: i think it's juice time. juice time is where you drink juice! to tucker: i picked up chicks in a different tank! to church: i can hit people just fine with the sniper, the scope isnt messed up at all.
I would probaly say: Fighters of a pointless war Here ME! There is no red team no blue team there is... ...THE PURPLE TEAM! (At this point I would probaly get shot)
I would start singing a song that I wrote called, "It Would Be Gay Not To Have Sex With Master Chief." I wrote it to the tune of the traditional "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."
I would say: Hey wait a minute, the simple fact of coming here means that I have 100% chance of either being, killed, burrowed alive, modified as part machine, or impregnated by an alien! NOOOOOOOOOOOO ... ... So, hi.