Camera pans down to Doc and Grif talking outside Red Base.
Doc: So he was shot in the head...
Grif: Right.
Doc: ...and you gave him CPR for a bullet wound in the head.
Grif: Exactly.
Doc: Yeah, I think that's a perfectly acceptable treatment.
Grif: That's what I said.
Doc: Oh yeah, people often overlook alternative methods of care. Like that Blue guy that was shot in the foot during the battle? All I did was rub his neck with some aloe vera, he was fine.
Grif: Yeah, I don't know about all that. I'm just glad that Sarge is wrong.
Sarge: Grif! Yer supposed to be watching the prisoner, not playing lookie-loo with him all day long!
Grif: Come on Sarge, he doesn't even have a gun.
Simmons: Oh, well you two will be great friends then. He doesn't have a gun, and you didn't bring any ammo!
Grif: Hey thanks, kiss-ass. If I wanna take guarding tips from the guy that lost our last prisoner, I'll be sure to ask you.
Donut: Oh man, that is a burn. Dude, you just got burned. Burned, dude, burned.
Simmons: Oh shut up, your armor's pink.
Doc: Uh, hey, guys? I-I just want everybody to know that Grif and I aren't, uh, technically friends.. uh, we're just talking. That's it. (to Grif) Sorry, man, but it's pretty obvious that you're really unpopular, and if I'm gonna make any progress around here at all I can't really be directly associated with you. I'm sure you understand.
Grif: ...
Doc: It's only because no one likes you.
Grif: ...
Doc: Stop staring at me.
Camera zooms through the gulch, revealing Sheila still in the middle of it, then ends on Church and Tucker behind Blue Base.
Tucker: Hey Church, if your body is the Red Team's old droid, and droids usually fix stuff, can't you just activate your repair sequence and fix Sheila?
Church: Huh... Well, yeah it's worth a shot, I guess. (clears throat) Alright. Stand back. (Tucker takes a step back) Huhrur...! Heeungh...! Hoom...!
Tucker: Anything?
Church: Yeah, it's not as easy as you'd think it would be.
Tucker: Maybe there's a button on you somewhere...
Church: See what you can find. I'll keep trying from in here... Huroor...! Oh! Hey!
Tucker: Found it?
Church: Nah, no wait. All I found was the time and temperature function. It is currently twenty-six degrees, by the way.
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MIA: Blood Gulch Chronicles
FanfictionÚlfa Hjörmundardóttir, a runaway Freelancer disguised as a Simulation Trooper. What would happen if she were to be sent onto a D82-EST Darter that just so happened to be heading towards Blood Gulch? Find out in MIA! Disclaimer: I do not own Red vs...
