A tipical day in the lives of an XCOM squad:
Captain Rayo> all right people, tank's blasted to bits, fan out!!! Sargent Slaughter! keep the rookie safe and watch our backs!
Sargent Slaughter: uh-oh, I know where THIS is going...
Troops fan out, kneel.
Rookie: (gets mind controlled) Aliens are our best friends! They bring peace!
Sargent Slaughter: Huh? (gets shot in the back by rookie) arghhh… accursed... Jedi… mind… control… trick! (falls unconscious)
Captain Rayo: right. We have trouble in the rear people! And its more than 70 TU’s away! who volunteers to go back and heal Sargent Slaughter in 2 turns?
Troops: ….
Captain Rayo: Right. He has the Blaster Launcher you know…
Rookie: oh my god, it’s full of stars (goes berserk, shoots everything on sight, nicks captain Rayo’s power armor)
Captain Rayo: Right. (shoots rookie full of plasma)
Rookie: egad! ET come home…! (dies)
Troops: (cheer)
Captain Rayo: allright then, any volunteers now? (waves heavy plasma around)
Sargent Divx: Sir! I will go SIR!
Sargent Slaughter: (dies of fatal wounds)
Captain Rayo: right. THIS is why I HATE rookies (reload game).
