Back with Grif and Church, the ticking is still going.
Grif: Guys I'm a red too, I'm a red! I don't even know this guy! Come on, let me out.
Church: Thanks for the support, Grif. Way to be a team player.
Grif: Hey, I gotta think about myself here.
Church: There's no "I" in team, Grif.
Grif: Yeah, there's no "U" either. So I guess if I'm not on the team, and you're not on the team, nobody's on the God damn team. The team sucks!
Church: What I can't figure out is why the reds are still here. Tex already wiped out all the blues. Why wouldn't they just pull out?
Grif: As someone who's taken orders from Red Command for the last three years, trust me, it's not that surprising.
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Cut to Sarge, Caboose and Simmons in the janitor closet.
Simmons: Okay, we traced the bomb activation signal to Sidewinder. How much time do we have left Sarge?
Donut: (through staticky radio) Everyone here is set to transport.
Tucker: (through staticky radio) I'm not going through that thing. I'm serious.
Sarge: We need to get there as soon as possible. Did you set their teleporter to take them straight to Sidewinder?
Simmons: I walked Donut through it. He says he did everything right, but I figure they have a fifty/fifty chance of ending up in Sidewinder, or in the middle of deep space.
Sarge: What about us?
Rick: I programmed it myself. We'll be fine.
Sarge: I find the risks acceptable.
Donut: I never knew a Phillips screwdriver was the X one. Do you think it's named after a guy named Phillip? That guy Phillip must have a fucked-up-shaped head!
Tucker: Yeah. Screw this, I'm walking.
Sarge: Alright, then saddle up! Don't worry Grif and Church, here comes the cavalry! Hyaaaaa!
Sarge runs through a teleporter and emerges from another behind Caboose.
Sarge: Hyaaaaa- oh!
Rick: Yeah. The teleporter I reprogrammed is down there.
Sarge: Oh well, heads up evil-doers; here we come to save the diya-ah forget it, let's just go.
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Back with Grif and Church, Grif was singing a song while poorly out of tune.
Grif: (singing poorly and totally out of tune) Nobody knows, the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows but Jesus.
Church: Will you shut up?
Grif: You just can't face the fact that I've adjusted to life on the inside! I'm hard now!
Church: Please, give me a break.
Grif: As the prison bitch, I would not expect you to understand.
Suddenly a firefight was heard down the hall somewhere.
