- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
You think you're being really clever when you refer to your all-night Halo sessions as "Marathons."
When asked to name your favorite musician, you have trouble deciding between Marty O'Donnell and Mike Salvatori.
You've been known to spend hours extolling the virtues of corpse-humping, both for intimidation and personal fulfillment.
After sex, your girlfriend rolls over and asks you, "who's Cortana?"
"That's not the kitchen, it's the Control Room, dammit!"
When the fire department comes to pry you out of your freezer, you refuse to cooperate, claiming that Keyes hasn't given the order for battle stations.