Fade into Church, Tucker, Caboose, Wolfsen and Doc looking down on Sheila on one side, and Tex and Sister on the other
Church: Well, I suppose I should figure out a way to get Tex to reboot Sheila. Man, I'm gonna have to call in a lot of favors for this one.
Tucker: What favors could you possibly have stored up with someone who dumped you?
Church: She didn't dump me, Tucker, it was mutual.
Wolfsen: Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Tucker: Mutual in what way? Mutual in the sense that you were both single the moment after she dumped you?
Church: Yeah, that way. Come on, Caboose, let's go explain the plan to Tex. Wish us luck.
Tucker: Yeah right. Hey, when she kills you I'm gonna sell your armor to that pink guy on the Red team. I hear he's in the market.
Doc: Hey who's the yellow soldier?
Tucker: That's just Sister, she's new.
Doc: No one told me about a new arrival. I'm supposed to examine everyone before they assume active duty.
Tucker: Don't sweat it, I already checked her out for you. Diagnosis: F.I.N.E. ...That spells fine.
Doc: Thanks. But I think a trained medical professional should be the one to-
Tucker: I'm a doctor - a doctor of love. Ph.D. Certified Loooveology, General Harasstitioner. Sexicologist.
Doc: First of all, love is not an officially recognized medical specialty. And also, Ph.Ds? Heh, not really doctors!
Wolfsen: Neither are you, I remember you stating you were a combat medic and not a doctor.
Tucker: Dude, you're a dork.
Wolfsen: I agree with Tucker for once.
Sister: Hey!
Tucker: What's up, Sis, what'd you and Tex talk about?
Sister: Oh, she was just talking about everyone here. How you're all idiots and jerks, but you guys are her idiots and jerks, and if I try to become more popular than her, she would talk about me behind my back, and turn everyone against me, and then I would cry, and everyone would hate me... you know, girl stuff!
Wolfsen: Remind me to punch her later.
Tucker: Cool. Oh hey, speaking of girl stuff? This is Doc.
Sister: Hi.
Doc: Uh, hello, nice to meet you I'm the medic, eh if it's alright with you, I need to give you a quick physical examination since you're new. Do you want to come to the base where you might feel more comfortable taking off all your clothes?
Sister: Sure, lead the way. Seeya Tucker.
Tucker: ...What the fuck just happened?
Wolfsen: Don't ask questions and get back to fucking around like you normally do. I'm gonna check up on Church and Caboose.
Cut to Donut standing over Simmons' lifeless-looking body
Donut: Sarge, I found Simmons; he's over here, sleepin' on the job.
Simmons: Donut, I'm not sleeping, I was drugged.
Donut: Sorry Sarge, he's not sleeping; he's doing drugs.
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