Rick, Church and Tucker are still behind a rock with bullets hitting the canyon wall behind them.
Church: My god, doesn't that thing ever run out of bullets?
Rick: That magazine should've been empty at least a minute ago.
Tucker: You know, in hindsight, we should have brought the tank.
Rick: Tucker, how is a tank gonna help us if nobody in our team here knows how to drive it?
Tucker: Yeah, I can see how hiding behind a rock is a much better strategy.
Rick: Okay, I'll give you that.
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Back at Blue Base, Caboose enters the tank. As the canopy closes, the tank turns on.
Tank: Hello and thank you for activating the M808V Main Battle Tank. You may call me Sheila.
Caboose: Hello. Sheila. Big tank lady.
Sheila: Would you like me to run the tutorial program?
Caboose: Oh, that'd be very nice. Thank you.
Sheila: Tutorial program activated. This program is intended to instruct non-certified personnel in the use of this Scorpion class tank. Let's begin with some driving.
Caboose: Okay.
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With the Reds, Simmons kept firing the Warthog's gun while Grif was trying to get his attention.
Grif: Simmons. SIMMONS!
Simmons stops firing, and steps down.
Grif: Man, that thing is loud.
Unaware to them, Sheila drives by in the background.
Simmons: ...WHAT?
Grif: Come on, let's sneak around the back of the rock and get 'em out.
Simmons: OKAY.
Grif: Keep it down! Jesus. Let's go, before they figure out what's going on.
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Farther away, Caboose somehow got Sheila stranded on a tall rock and was trying to get her off.
Sheila: Now that you've mastered driving the M808V, let's move on to some of the safety features.
Caboose: No, no, wait, go back! Why are there if there are only four directions?
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Back with the Blues, Rick peeks out from the side of the rock. Tucker, and Church are standing behind him.
Rick: (whispering) Hey, they stopped firing.
Tucker: Why are you whispering?
Rick: (whispering) It's called 'stealth'.
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With the Reds, Simmons and Grif standing at the foot of a cliff. No thanks to Grif.
Grif: Aw, crap, I don't think we're gonna be able to get around this way.
Simmons: Tell me again, uh, why did we get out of the jeep?
Unaware of the two, Sheila rolled up right behind them.
Grif: Well, I guess it was this or sit there and watch you shoot rocks all day long.
As they were talking, Sheila's turret looks at Grif, then at Simmons as they speak.
Simmons: Well, at least that was fun.
Grif and Simmons both turn simultaneously to see the tank.
Grif: Holy CRAP. What in God's name is that thing?
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Back with the Blues, Rick, Church and Tucker looking at the vacant Warthog.
Church: Tucker don't be stupid. They're just trying to draw us out.
Tucker: No, they're not, look - they left the jeep. They're gone.
Rick: Church, we have an opening. Let's take it.
Church: Well, I don't know about this. It seems pretty fishy, but... alright screw it, let's go get it.
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Back at the Reds, Sheila begins to aim. Her cross hair slowly homes in on Grif's head.
Grif: Dude, hold still. I don't think it sees us.
Her target lock tone goes off indicating she's locked onto Grif.
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