Four leaned far, far back on his chair, and belched gloriously. 'I wonder what Brackenbury will do about that...' As Three's comm beeped, he offered a poorly though out and completely erronious comment:
"Hey! Hey, three. Whattaya you running now, Gas Miner? Hahaha..."
As Three shut off his comm, his eyes struck Four with a murderous glare, and the recipient collapsed into gales of hilarity.
