*Hal begins sharpening his sword, the scraping keeps everyone awake, suddenly he hears something. Hal picks up his rifle, adjusts the sights and fires. Something goes thud in the darkness.
Hal dashes off and comes back with a dead Nerf. He guts it, sets up a spit and begins cooking.*
Hal: Anyone hungry for some real found? I've had enough of compo rations.
((Admiral: Damm, oh well.))