Fade in to Sarge in the Gulch
Sarge: Alright dirtbags, after the third round of the competition, it's still anyone's contest.
Donut: Yeahah, burn wrench, anyone includes me! Hahah.
Sarge: Donut was leading after the obstacle course, and talent contest.
Donut: Awesome. Whodihoo!
Sarge: But then the mysterious skull pulled ahead during the question and answer session.
Donut: That doesn't seem physically possible.
Alroy: I agree with you there..
Sarge: So the standings are the skull, Donut, Alroy and in fourth the wrench. Which is the current crowd favourite.
Cut to the warthog with pro-wrench propaganda on it
Warthog: (beep beep beep)
Grif: Haha, maybe the skull will be your new sidekick. Hey Sarge, how can I kiss your ass if I don't have any lips?
Sarge: And in last place Grif.
Grif: What? I thought I was ineligible.
Sarge: Ineligible to win, dead man. Luckily there's no chance of that happening since the last round is the evening-wear competition.
Donut: Whohoa, you're in trouble now skull.
Grif: Then can I quit?
Sarge: Course not, only eligible contestants can withdraw from the competition.
Grif: (sigh)
Sarge: I guess you'll just have to settle for sixth place turdbelly.
Grif: Sixthth place? Should I even ask who's in fifth?
Sarge: I'm reserving fifth place for any late entries, who would obviously be better than you. Such as a turd, or a turd farmer.
Cut to Church talking to Gary
Church: Hey Gary, is there any way that you could translate what this big alien is saying to us?
Gary: no
Church: Aw come on man, isn't this one of the aliens that built you?
Gary: yes, but i do not know much about those creatures. i was only programmed with knowledge of the shisnos. i mean you.
Church: Yeah listen man, that word is really startin' to bug me a little bit.
Gary: you did not even know what it meant until i told you.
Church: I know but you just say it so much.
Gary: i only say shisno in context. like when talking to a shisno or about a shisno. i think i see what you mean shisno.
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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...
