Drag: I can't believe it!
Turf: Well you better believe it, after months of searchin' we finally found some Blues that need blastin', no matter the cost to ourselves. This war is bigger than any individual soldier. Our prime directive is back in effect. Cherry, set a crash course for the blue base. We're gonna crush these bugs!
Cherry: Brush what rugs, sir?
Turf: No, crush the bugs. We're gonna crush these bugs!
Cherry: Oh, of course, sir.
Alarm sounding*
Morgan: Uh, Colonel? Don't you think you're being a little bit rash?
Cherry: Setting course for blue base!
Turf: Do you think they'd call George Washington rash!?
Cherry: Verifying coordinates!
Drag: George Washington never tried never tried to crash a space ship into a military compound, hidden in a canyon, filled with blue armored Space Marines!
Turf: Sounds like I got one up on Washington himself! Sink your wooden teeth into THAT, George!
Cherry: Calculating Suicide route!
Morgan: Suicide route?! Who even calls it that?
Santos: Must be a glitch in our vocal-translation-protocol. I should make a note to fix that.
Drag: We'll all be dead by then!
Santos: You don't have to yell at me, jeez, fine, *I'll* go fix it! Peake, let's go!
Drag: We work with idiots!
Turf: *sniff* Brave idiots! Godspeed, soldiers!
Cherry: Suicide crash-protocol disabled.
Turf: What the- ? Just what do you think you're doing, soldier?
Morgan:Hear me out. We don't know anything about these blue soldiers. There could be a ton of them we haven't even seen yet. Sure, we could crash into their base and take out a couple of them, but how many others would survive? Even if we really, REALLY want to wipe the Blues out, we should learn more about them, right?
Turf: Hmm. Well, I don't like the idea of restraint. I must admit I do admire your commitment to the complete genocide of all Blues. What do you suggest?
Morgan: What about a good old-fashioned Scouting Party? We'll send three of us down there, maybe assess their numbers, scope their location, so that maybe we don't have to kill ourselves?
Turf: Hm, not kill ourselves, you say? Okay. Whichever one of you two wanna join my Scouting Mission, step forward now.
Turf: Captain Morgan, Private Sue, thank you for voulunteering
Sue: Dammit.
Morgan: We didn't move!
Turf: Uh, I'm pretty sure I saw you move a little.
Morgan: Not at all!
Turf: Well maybe a little.
Moran: NO!
Turf: Well too bad, this was your idea! Cherry, prepare the transporter! We're going down!
Santos (singing to himself): Fixing machines, ust fixing machines, just cause she's AI doesn't make-her-mean UH!
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