Fade in to Donut, Alroy and Sarge attacking the Blue Base ...sort of
Donut: If you don't like the plants idea, how do ya feel about a fountain in the armory? That place is so gloomy.
Sarge: Come on, Donut, give it a rest already. I agreed to let you use Grif's helmet as a decorative bird bath, didn't I? Don't oversell.
Alroy: Why would that even be necessary? And where would we get enough water for that?
Donut: Okay, but I have just one more idea. I'm gonna say two words, and then walk away. Chantilly, lace.
Sarge: Unless you're about to start singin' a Big Bopper song, I think the best part of that idea is the walkin' away.
Donut: Let it simmer.
Alroy: Can you just focus? Okay, alright, good.
Sarge: Hmm, no sign of any defenses. I think we might be catching Simmons at a weak moment.
Donut: Hmm, no sign of the tank either.
Sarge: Dear God, the madness is spreading! It's only a matter of time before it takes me!
Alroy: I think it already has...
There is the sound of Grif coming up from the grav lift
Grif: Wheeeeeeeee!
Donut: Did you hear that? It sounds like they're having fun in there.
Sarge: Clearly Grif has become so stupid, he's mixed up the yells for pain and happiness! Simmons must be doing absolutely diabolical things to him! Let's give him a few more hours, see if he escapes on his own.
Alroy: I cannot comprehend what is going on inside that head of yours...
Grif: Simmons I am having a blast going in and out of your hole!
Alroy: That is all sorts of crude... Do you know if they were like- y'know what, no. (muttering) Don't even ask that Jasper, not good to question peoples interests.
Simmons: Grif just stay down there like you're told.
Donut: Well that's my cue, let's go!
Cut to Simmons inside the Base
Simmons: Grif, stop it I need your help.
Grif: (still going in and out of the grav lift) Go ahead, I'm listening.
Simmons: Would you stop riding that stupid grav lift?
Grif: I can do both at once. And why don't we have one of these things?
Simmons: The tank's been making upgrades to the base over the last few hundred years.
Grif: How did it do that without any tools? Or arms?
Simmons: I don't know, a lot of what she says doesn't match up. I think she might be lying to me.
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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...
