Gabriel stared at the sticker that had been slapped against his chest - it Featured a picture of a very sad black cartoon cat with 'I can’t believe you survived that… Shame.’ spelled underneath in a overtly curly font. He raised one questioning eyebrow at Jack.
Gabriel turned to Ana who took his chart as Jack passed it to her on his way out.
"Remember when I stopped bitching about how getting my agents to the medical was like herding yowling cats in heat?"
"He got Blackwatch attending the check-ups by handing them out funny stickers?"
"It's worse than you think..."
"Boss, we got them all rounded up, and down in the interrogation... Holy cow, what did you do to get that one!?"
"I might have survived an assassination attempt."
"Oh, so you're the imbecile Jack's been raging about for half a day! What!?"
"Drive a hard bargain, McCree."
"We've been trying to figure out what you have to do to get that one for months!" McCree somehow produced a stamp album from his non-regulation jacket.
"Sure. He was mighty ticked off so we figured we'd let him have a fist go at the guys in the brig."
Gabriel winced - recalling that one incident with alligator clips.
"McCree, do you realize you shouldn't be talking about all this to me?"
"I'll have Commander Amari put you on disciplinary."
"No."
And that's how Gabriel found out Blackwatch evolved a sticker-based economy due to the fact Jack started to give out stickers for each warranted visit to the medical.
"What? No. I called you a bottom-feeding moron with the IQ of pond scum and the self-preservation instinct of algae. Who fed you that one?"
"McCree."
"It's got the classic quadruple chainsaw scene. I had to sit through the worst of Transformers, so you can stuff it, and bear it like a man."
And, of course, Jack fell asleep even before the halfway mark.