Everyone always talks about how there's never any pizza at a pizza party after the action is over. So I cooked 21 of those things as CL and lined them all up in my office for everyone after the 3 hour long round to partake in.
And none of you bastards came. I had to chase down rogue marines trying to tamper with ingredients, send others off on suicide missions landside to get more ingredients, negotiate with the Research department and the RO for more supplies, and tomatos. And all there was, was a lone MP, watching me in my office, surrounded by pizzas, the only one at the pizza party.
If only Command had told everyone my adress. WY didn't even reply to my faxes that day either. And the CMP tazed me. No one cares about their CL.