Kurt and Mendez both would have had something to say to anyone who tried to say the Spartan-III's weren't as good as their predecessors.

"Hn, good." Was all the grizzled old soldier had to say on that apparently.

Kurt was steadily making his way through his entree and had moved onto the reconstituted freeze-dried mashed potatoes. While Matt and the Chief continued to talk he moved the pudding cup off of his tray and slid it over towards Matt's tray instead. "Are you thinking of just randomizing the order or are you thinking of experimenting with different types of personalities and specialties?"

He asked his brother in between bites of those truly mediocre, gritty potatoes.