Inside a cave, Doc is talking to Vic.
Vic: Hello, dude, come in. Doctor dude, are you there? Hello. Paging doctor dude to the radio, stat! I need twenty CCs of what the hell's going on there dude.
Doc walks out from behind a rock in the cave, groaning.
Doc: Ugh. What happened?
Vic: Hey, you tell me dude. One minute we're talking about a hole in the wall, the next thing I know you turn into Grumps McGurt. Sounded like you needed a lozenge. Threatened to eat my children. Not very cool, dude.
Doc: Geez, did I really? I'm sorry, something went wrong with my radio, and I heard this weird beeping, honking-
Vic: Hey, no offense taken, dude. Don't got any kids anyway.
Doc: What?
Vic: Old Vic's been through the snip and stitch.
Doc: I don't-
Vic: If you know what I mean.
Doc: I don't wanna hear about that.
Vic: Winky-Blinky the one eyed Sergeant's firing blanks.
Doc: That's weird.
Vic: If you get me.
Doc: Look-
Vic: Vaya Con Dios of the Vas Deferens.
Doc: Yeah alright, I, enough, I get you.
Vic: I mean a vasectomy, dude.
Doc: Look, I found something really weird here at Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha.
Vic: Roger that. What did you find?
Doc: It's... it's like a... it's like a thing.
Vic: It's like a thing. Okay, dude. Thank you for the update. I'll be sure to alert the Chief of Staff...
Doc: Sorry...
Vic: Move to Defcon 1.
Doc: I'm just a little dazed. It's a big thing. It-it's purple. It's uh, it's a big purple thing.
Vic: Use your words, dude.
Doc: Look, I don't know. It looks like some kinda alien artifact. Do the aliens have like a home base or something here?
Vic: I don't know, dude. Why don't I just consult my Extra Terrestrial Travel Guide for ya. Oh look! Got a great series of alien bed and breakfasts there.
Doc sighs.
Vic: Lucky you.
Doc: Never mind. I'll just figure it out myself.
Vic: Nothin' about big purple things, though. Maybe it's some kind of alien vehicle.
The radio transmission ends.
Doc: Man, that guy is such a jerk. The next time he talks to me like that, I'm gonna tell him to go straight to H-E-Double Hockey Sticks. Oh, I really shouldn't talk like that, that's not very nice.
O'Malley/Doc: If I ever meet him, I'm taking his eyes as souvenirs.
Doc: Whoa, that was unlike me. I must be stressed out. Time for yoga!
Doc sits down.
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Back at Blue Base, Church, Rickand Tucker were outside.
