Sheldon, think this through.

You're going to ask Howard to choose between sex and halo.

No, I'm going to ask him to choose between sex and halo three.

As far as I know, sex has not been upgraded to include high-def graphics

and enhanced weapon systems.

You're right. All sex has is nudity, orgasms and human contact.

My point.

Sheldon, you've got him in your sights! Fire! He's charging his flashbullet rifle!

I can't shoot now, I'm cloaking.

Now! Rog! Kill Sheldon!

I can't see him!

That's why they call it cloaking, dead man.

Start throwing grenades!

I'm all out!

Hey, guys. My friends and I got tired of dancing

so we came over to have sex with you.

Now ship in the tank!

We said no tanks.

There are no rules in hell!

I need a med pack!

Told'ja...

Now there's a sniper. Use the rocket launcher!

I'm all out of ammo!

And now you're out of life!

Why'd you hit "pause"?

I thought I heard something.

What??

No, never mind. It's all right. Go!

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