You're joking, right? Do I look like I'm joking? Oh no dude, you're wearing a fucking helmet! But I'm pretty sure you're glaring at me right now. So Felix is making us all keep diaries while we're with the new Republic. They're journals! Can I get some privacy please? He thinks it will help relieve stress or whatever. Apparently that's what Kimble does. But look, if she needs some stress relief, my nose is always open. Bounce it about out. Heh heh heh. Man, that's not as much foam on your loan. Bounce it about out. Hey are you taking this seriously? Are you familiar with the definition of privacy? We tried training all the soldiers at once, but that was pretty much the worst idea ever. So now we've broken them up into smaller teams. We trained them, they trained the others. Bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. Man, I don't know how wash did it. I mean, these guys are all pretty stupid, but they're no caboose. Ugh, I wonder where he is now. Talker, I've been my bunk. I was really right here the whole time. I was talking about wash idiots. Oh, yeah Alex, that's the snowman around here under staying fucking privacy! Hey. Captain's log, the year is 25 seriously. Ah! Griff, you're seriously starting with Captain's log. Well, what else would I start with? Uh, literally anything. Finally, after years of service and loyalty, I've been given my own platoon. Two soldiers' Simmons, you were given two soldiers. The burden of responsibility was heavily upon my back, but I must endure. I must become a beacon of hope for my men. Women? Well, yeah, but that's fine. Oh no, it's totally fine. I take your squad over mine any day. Okay, so then what's your point? My point is, you refer back to what I can only assume is your awkward high school years, whatever you talk to them. That's not true. You're right, sorry. You were definitely awkward through college too. And also basic training, and AIT, and the first five years in the canyon. Griff, why don't you go record your own journal, you know, somewhere else? Because I already finished. Wait, really? Well, it should be finished soon. I told my boys to record it from you and their bunks. You ordered your men to record your personal log. And to bring me some bacon burritos from the Ness Hall of what? It's like a normal burrito, but instead of a tortilla, I used... Griff, that's an extreme abuse of your position of power. No, it's extreme training for special optimitions. Get on my level, Simmons. I'm reporting this to Kimball. Kevin Griff, I've retreated to Packet Sir. Quartermaster never even knew I was there. Excellent work, Matthews. So, what now, sir? Now, we sit back, relax, and enjoy five hours of Captain Simmons in our most thoughts and embarrassing feelings. That's me, that burrito. Oh, hello! Yes. Hello! We did. Yeah. I did. We did recording. I can't. Hello! Uh, you pressed the... is it the green button? I'm not... Yeah, I'm not sure it's... Is it the button right here? Yeah, I don't think it's recording. Yeah, I don't think it's recording. Yeah, is it... is it green? Is it green? What if... What if I... What if I can't... What if I can't... I can't... I'm gonna move this button over the air! All right, can't hear me now! All right, show them all you was good! Yeah, I don't... yeah, I don't think it's... Yeah, I don't think it's working. What? Oh, I see that problem. It's under the desk. I'm just gonna... I'm gonna move this... Let me move this over here. And put... Put this... Where are you? Other... Are you trying to hold the trailer? And then... Related to turn her? Yeah! Why are there petals? I was just... It doesn't even make any sense. Okay. All right, there we go. All right, good. Okay. Yeah, I got the fire going down so this should work fine. Okay, ready and... Recording in... Three... Two... One... Shhh!