[The second Master Chief shows up, Pratt is gonna go full Otacon.]

Yeah, what you need's probably got like, a list of side-effects as long as the commercial. Real complicated shit that you can't just magic up, I mean. [Obviously the more side-effects there are, the fancier the drug.] Ugh. Who knows, man, it probably wouldn't hurt, right?

[...should??? he worry? Sharky doesn't know for sure, but he figures it can't be a good thing to die.] Maybe? I dunno. It's probably somethin' dumb and weird, like returning the knife or some shit. You could ask Friday? She'd probably know.