Donut is driving the ghost around, looking for Grif.
"Grif?" Donut yells. "Ohh, Griiiif?"
"Grif!" Donut says.
Grif sighs. "Great..."
"There you are. Where have you been?"
"Right here."
"I've been looking all over for you. I looked in the base, I looked around the base. I looked atop of the base. I looked in the base again."
"I think you need to learn what 'all over' means."
"Anyway. Sarge wants you to come back to the base. And..."
Grif interrupts. "No! I'm not going to do it."
"No?" Donut asks. "But I didn't tell you what he wants!"
"Donut, it's Sarge. I know he doesn't want me to come into the base to help him eat ice cream. He wants me to do stuff, work stuff."
"But..."
"Listen, Donut, I know you're riding high on your new promotion right now, but don't think you can order me around. Me and Simmons, we had a system. He didn't try to tell me what to do and I didn't ignore him. "
"Wait, you ignored him all the time!" Donut yells.
"I'm sorry, what?" Grif asks. "I wasn't listening to you.
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The Weapons Guy
FanfictionFollow Ash and his explosive experiments as he goes through adventures with his friends on Red Team and those Dirty Blues. Season 1-10 (I don't own anything other than Ash.)