Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Recreation

Chapter 2 Free Refills

Caboose: Then there was the time we got a tank. Of course, no one knew how to drive it, but then there was a big fight, my team got in trouble. So I talked to the tank, she was really nice, you're gonna like her. Anyways, my team was in trouble, and I had to use the tank to drive out there to help them.

Caboose was inside Blue base explaining the events that transpired on the early days of Blood Gulch to the Epsilon unit, South, and Kaikaina.

Caboose: Well, helped most of the team. Er, some of them. . . Okay, let's just say this. I drove the tank, and some people got helped, and some other people didn't get helped. Details are really important.

South: I'm assuming he killed Church.

Kaikaina: I dunno, I wasn't there then.

*At the Red Base*

Sarge was outside, Ruby was still working on the Hornet, and Grif was within the base.

Sarge: Grif! Where the hell are ya? Grif! Grif? Grif! Come on!

Grif: I'm in here!

Sarge: Where are you? Grif, I need you!

Grif: In here, in the base!

Sarge: I can't hear you! Get out here!

Grif did so with a sigh.

Grif: Okay, Damn. What is it?

Sarge: Where's Simmons?

Grif: Simmons? If you wanted Simmons, then why didn't you yell like a lunatic for Simmons?

Sarge: Damn it, Grif! I entrusted you with one duty! And that's to know exactly where Simmons's is at all times so I can find him! Simmons watches Donut, Donut watches me.

Grif: Yeah, who watches me?

Sarge: Nobo-

Ruby: Me!

Ruby was near the Hornet.

Sarge: *sighs* Where's Simmons?

Grif: I don't know, he's downstairs in your hologram simulatron or whatever the hell you call it.

Sarge: Excellent work Private Grif.

Grif: Wow, thank you sir.

Sarge: I'm gonna recommend you for a big shiny medal.

Grif: Okay, you're being sarcastic right now aren't you?

Sarge: Oooh, absolutely! Wait, was your question sarcastic?

Grif: Who know, probably? Unless. . . wait, are you being sarcastic right now by asking that?

Sarge: . . . Hm, maybe we should drop this conversation.

Grif: Yeah. . .

Sarge: What's Simmons doing downstairs?

Grif: Sorry, not in my job description!

Sarge: Grrr, I'll ask him myself.

*With Simmons*

Sarge: Simmons, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!

Simmons was in a very large room that projected anything that came to the imagination. He stood next to a Gausshog.

Simmons: Really? Sorry sir, I was just down here working on the jeep prototype. I know you really want to see it built, and we need to work on a bugs in the new design.