StarylightMoon dares:
I dare everyone to do a prank war.

Recruits: *ready for war*

*that morning*

Hotshot: *picks up his Cube as he gets ready to practice*

Hotshot: *turns on the cube and floats up with it* WHOA! Who put superglue on my Cube?!

Wedge: *pokes his head around the corner* GOTCHA!

*that same morning*

Medix: *organizing the medical bay*

Medix: *opens up one of the storage cabinets, releasing hundreds of golf balls*

Medix: *shrieks as he falls backwards, being swarmed by golf balls* WHO PUT THESE GOLF BALLS IN THERE?!

Hoist and Whirl: *laughing as they high-four each other*

*noon*

Whirl: *texting Medix* hey can you send me the video of you covering CPR basics? I need it for a test.

Medix: *texting back* of course! *sends the video*

Whirl: *opens up the video*

Medix: *in the video* today I will demonstrate the basics of CPR and how it can save lives! First off, what you will need to do is-

Whirl: MEDIX!!!!!

*that afternoon*

Wedge: *high pitched scream from the washracks*

All Male Recruits: *run in* what happened- *burst out laughing*

Wedge: *covered in pink paint* alright who's the wise guy that thought it was a good idea to replace my wax with exploding paint.

Hoist: *snickering* you do look good in pink Wedge.

*that evening*

Hoist: *looking through a telescope* yep! I can see Mars perfectly! *turns toward the other recruits*

Recruits: *immediately burst into snickers and giggles*

Hoist: what's so funny?

Hotshot: oh it's nothing, "Patch"

Hoist: what? Is there something on my face??

Recruits: *more snickering and giggling*

Hoist: *pulls out his phone and opens the front facing camera, finally seeing that he has a perfect black ring around his optic* what the?! *looks up at his team*

Hotshot: *holding a bottle of ink* gotcha!

*this prank war continues on for the next few days, each prank becoming more and more violent than the last*

Heatwave: *so done* THAT'S IT! ALL OF YOU IN MY OFFICE NOW!

*in Heatwave's office*

Heatwave: I have had it with these ridiculous pranks! They've gotten way too out of hand! So from here on out, NO MORE PRANKS!

Recruits: *shamefully* yes sir... sorry sir...

Heatwave: *sighs heavily as he goes to sit down in his chair*

*whoopie cushion sound*

Heatwave: *glaring at the recruits*

Hotshot: *sheepishly* oops...?