The Warthog has Sarge pinned and is slowly firing closer and closer to his head. Doc is still impotently sitting in the driver's seat.
Simmons: Okay, we gotta do something here guys.
Donut: You're right. I got dibs on Sarge's armor.
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At Blue Base, Tucker is kneeling in front of Church with Caboose and Rick a small distance behind him. The beeping is still heard.
Tucker: Okay, Church, you ready? I'm yank the wire.
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Cut back to the Warthog and Sarge.
Sarge: Grif, if you see Lopez, tell him I forgive him. Tell him... he was like a son to me.
Grif: I thought Simmons was like a son to you?
Sarge: No offense, Simmons. Lopez and I just... understood each other better.
Simmons: Understood? He refused to speak English!
Grif: Yeah, and he ran away the first chance he got.
Simmons: And now he's trying to kill you with a remote-control jeep.
Sarge: Ahhhh, what a little rascal.
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Back at Blue Base, Tucker prepares.
Tucker: Alright, here goes nothin'. One... Two... Three!
Tucker pulls the wire, there's a small electrical sound, and the beeping stops.
Church: Oh god, yes! Finally! Some freakin' peace and quiet! I thought that was gonna drive me nuts! ...Hey. Why can't I move my legs?
Kyle: Wait? What?
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At Red Base, the Warthog stops firing.
Warthog: (emits its series of beeps, shutting down) Signal lost.
Grif: Wow, that was a close one. Are you okay, Sarge?
Sarge: Ah, horse puckey, I'm fine. Although I do have to admit, maybe a little bit disappointed.
Simmons: It's okay, sir. I know that you said a lot of things that you didn't mean. People say crazy stuff when they're faced with their own mortality.
Sarge: It's not that. I just felt like I could have taken him.
Grif: Taken who? The machine gun?
Sarge: Oh, he was a worthy opponent to be sure, but right at the end there he was beginning to show signs of weakness. Cracks in the armor, if you will.
Grif: What? You can't fight a machine gun.
Donut: Yeah, Sarge. I know you're tough and all, but it is kinda hard to beat up hundreds of armor piercing bullets using only your face.
Sarge: And yet, he surrendered.
Doc: Guys, guys, it's okay, I've seen this before. Sarge just lived through a very traumatic ordeal. We all have ways of coping with the stress.
Grif: Oh yeah? How do you deal with it?
Doc: Oh, I have my own system that works pretty well for me. ...By the way, the driver seat of the jeep is gonna need a thorough cleaning.
