Johnson: All right. let's get some Fried Chicken!
What? Is it my devilishly good looks?
Lord Hood: So there are 3 covenant capital ships approaching, Cortana?
Cortana: No sir, I just don't want the marines back there to know we're talking about them.
So is that how they got their purple hearts?
BAWK!!!
So...you do this every day?
Chief, in honor of destroying Halo...we Party! Chicken Dance!
*Covenant ships see through telescope*
Elite: Sir, they've captured our queens!
This aient an Ice Cream Social!
Lord Hood: Chief, defend this station!
Cortana: *Whispers* Sir, I've found a bomb on one of our other ships!
Lord Hood: Marines, get to those ships!
Gobble Gobble!
*In a hushed, Britished accented voice* And this is the mating call for the endangered manrooster. As you can see, there are no hens around. However this is not a problem, as they do not intend to call any type of female creature at all.
Lord Hood: *Whispers* I told you not to invite them!
And if you look to your left...
Chief: I need a weapon!
Lord Hood: And I need a snack. Which one looks closer?
Hood: Cortana, you have the Mac Gun. Fire as soon as these Marines are within range!
Cortana: Yes sit!
As you can see, the Spartan 1/2 Project didn't turn out too well.