"Simmons! Simmons!" Grif screamed. Simmons would have normally brushed off the calls, because he was only ever called for something stupid, but Grif sounded scared, like he was in pain. Simmons walked outside and saw Grif sprawled underneath a tree, almost unmoving. "Help! Please, help! It was the blues!"
Simmons sprinted over, searching for any bullet wounds or blood. "Grif, are you alright? I'm here, what happened?"
"I was sleeping, and that dark blue one with the robot came over here." Simmons' stomach sank. Oh god oh god, Freckles didn't hurt him, right? Grif's going to be okay, he has to be okay! "He- He…"
"He what? Grif, what did Caboose do to you?"
"He took my Oreos!" Grif wailed. Simmons stopped dead.
"He- that's it?" Simmons asked, going from scared to enraged in seconds.
Grif sat up. "What do you mean that's it? He came up while I was asleep and took the whole box! It was almost full, too. I'm pissed!"
"I thought you were hurt or something! The way you were screaming made it sound like you were almost dead!"
"But Simmons, my Oreos are gone! I don't think I can go on," Grif said, his voice suddenly getting weak.
"Oh, shut up, you idiot," Simmons said, trying to keep a grin from spreading across his face and stifling laughter at Grif's melodramatic reaction.
"Simmons, I think I see a light… Tell the one that took my food… I always hated him… blegh." Grif flopped dramatically back down onto the ground, and Simmons burst into laughter. Grif opened one eye and looked up at Simmons. "Hey, I just died here, jackass, could you keep the laughing down?" Simmons just shook his head and kept laughing, and soon Grif was laughing, too.
"You are the biggest jerk on the planet, freaking me out like that," Simmons finally wheezed when he'd caught his breath.
"So does this mean you're going to go over to blue base to get my food back?" Grif asked, and cried out when Simmons kicked him in the leg. "Wait, is that a yes?" he called as the maroon soldier began to walk back to the base. "Simmons, wait! Simmons!"