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Cracking open a cold one is difficult enough when you’re a seven-foot-tall-genetically-enhanced Spartan with a Helmet that never comes off. How does Master-Chief drink, anyway? He would probably seek the help of his ever-present if occasionally maniacal Intelligence-Construct, Cortana. Her processor housing just happens to be the right dimensions and construction to lever-open an ice-cold bottle; handy when you’ve just spent hours trudging through wave after wave of Covenant.
