Sergent Reef's insane shark-like grin returned. "Water based drink eh? Well shit, You might be too smart for me girl. Too smart for the UN if you ask me. You don't even need training, your gonna just go straight into space and kill the aliens by yourself. Congratulations! Enjoy that cake, You've already earned it!" The Instructor ranted sarcasticly. "The sign doesn't say three glasses of water based drinks, it says THREE GLASSES OF WATER." He holds out three fingers.<br/><br/>"As for your diet," He continues, slowly raising his voice as he speaks "While you are in the universe's greatest fighting force, your diet is the result of a strict nutritional plan, any deviation from that plan will require a change in your level of physical activity! Every piece of shit that enters your mouth will be matched with an equal amount of work squeezed out of your miserable little pores! YOU WILL NOT GAIN OR LOSE A SINGLE GRAM OF BODY-MASS WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION! AM I QUITE CLEAR CADET!"