Dregs aren't all bad.

So, I'm patrolling the cosmodrome late one night, when a dreg pops out of nowhere. Instead of shooting at me, he was like " wassup brah?" I was startled and didn't shoot him instantly. We sat and talked for awhile and showed each other's family pictures. It turns out, they aren't really that bad. He was just doing it to get out of the house. After seeing how ugly his wife and kids were, I completely understood. Did you know the dreg vagina has 16 blades inside? I wouldn't want to go home either. As we talked for awhile, I really got to know Bob. He's a little guy with a pocketful of bad jokes. We went our separate ways and I even pass him on patrol sometimes. We act as if we don't know each other in front of our fellow soldiers, but I always miss my shots when I see him. I haven't seen him lately, so, if you see Bob out there, tell him lucky says hi.