The Reds, their robots, and Doc were gathered with Sarge on the roof of their base.
Sarge: Alright boys. We don't have much time. So let's see what we've got.
Simmons: *clears throat* Hello everyone. Private Simmons, great to be back.
Grif: Wrap it up!
Simmons: Good to be back.
Grif: Nobody cares!
Simmons: *sighs* Alright, just shut up and listen. We had a full armory onboard the ship consisting of firearms as well as explosives. I moved as many as I could down here and also took the liberty of setting up a minefield near Red Base.
Grif: But you didn't even bury them.
Simmons: From what I can tell, they're designed to lay above the ground.
Grif: Uh, with blinking red warning lights?
Simmons: Yeah, it doesn't really make any sense.
Sarge: Excellent work, Simmons. Now go and organize those firearms.
Simmons: Yes sir! *leaves*
Sarge: Grif, Doc, how are those teleportation tests going?
Doc: Well, we've learned the cubes can be set to different frequencies. For example, if I throw a cube at Frequency A, it will absorb an object.
He threw one at a cone and it vanished.
Doc: If I then throw another cube on Frequency A, that object will reappear.
And a second cube was thrown and the cone returned.
Grif: Meanwhile, if I've got a cube set to B, j can throw it like so.
He threw one at a crate next to Doc.
Doc: Yeah- hey wai-
And the crate vanished alongside the medic.
Grif: And then throw a second cube set to B, without ever messing with the stuff sucked up by the cube set to A.
The crate reappeared upon throwing another cube, but Doc did not. Unfortunately, or fortunately, no one seemed to notice.
Sarge: Hm, well all they do is teleport things? No explosions? No violence?
Grif: Nah.
Sarge: Well, we maybe can make them absorb grenades. And then we could throw the grenade filled cubes at the enemy.
Grif: At that point, wouldn't it just make sense to throw grenades?
Sarge: We're not here to make sense, Private! We're here to win! Now take Donut and find a way to make your stupid cubes do something useful.
Grif: *sighs* Fine.
He and Donut left.
Sarge: And finally, we have the Lopezes. Stop standing next to each other! I can never tell you two apart!
Dos.0: . . . (Spanish) Are you fucking serious?
Sarge: I need you two to get to work on repairing CC's fuel tanks.
Lopez: (Spanish) Repair the malfunctioning robot?
Dos.0: (Spanish) The one that tried to kill everyone?
Sarge: I can't wait to see her, triumphantly leading the charge on the front lines, glistening in the sunlight, with the blood of her fallen enemies!
Dos.0: (Spanish) That will be your blood! She thinks everything is her enemy, you moron!
Sarge: Wait a minute! This is a terrible idea!
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Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Season Eleven
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