Writers Note:
Now, this is going to have the RvB characters. It is NOT going to have the canon of the series. This is my own story with RvB characters. I don't own them, I just enjoy the show. So, this is just me having fun with characters. The running jokes will still be there though.
Reviews are appreciated! I would like helpful feedback. If there is things you'd like to complain about, go ahead!
EPISODE 1: A GOOD CLEANING
"So, what are they doing?" Tucker asked. He sounded bored, and really, REALLY effin' annoyed. He bended forward, awaiting a response from his teammate, who, was way MORE annoyed and bored.
"Please, you perverted fucker, would you stop breathing down my neck?" Church spoke with extreme anger. He lowered his sniper rifle and turned to face Tucker. "I don't believe that two fucking minutes is enough time to do something interesting. Don't you? So, if you're going to ask me constantly, like a vampire constantly draining the life out of my body, what those red jackals are doing, at least wait LONGER THAN TWO MINUTES TO BE CURIOUS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
Tucker zoned out, thinking for a second, then faced his steaming 'friend.' "Well you don't have to be such a dick about it. I will wait longer than two minutes." Then, rather sarcastically, added: "How does five sound?"
"I fucking hate you." The light blue soldier turned and walked down the slope toward blue base.
"Wait! You can at least leave the sniper rifle!"
AT RED BASE
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You ever wonder why they're there?"
"What do you mean? They're over there, because we're over here. We went over it in the staff meeting."
"Staff meetings?" The orange one, Grif, stared confused at Simmons. "Oh, you mean the extra nap time. Yeah, I know what you're talking about."
"Extra nap time!? Those staff meetings are important!"
"Important for what? We don't even have a staff, well, except for the one Donut has. You know, the small pink one."
"What? No! That staff is haunted! I saw it vibrating in his room the other day. Right next to his tampons. Anyway, you nap during our meetings? Well, whatever. At least SOME people are supportive of such a great leader."
"What great leader?" Donut ran up the ramp to join the bickering couple.
Grif turned and looked at him. "Go away Donut, don't you have some other people to annoy? How about Lopez?"
Donut laughed: "Don't be silly Grif, Lopez doesn't understand feelings and emotional stuff. All he talks about is sombreros and salsa. Sure, I'd love some Mexican in me, but some people want to talk about other things too."
Simmons groaned as Grif yawned a response. "You know what, I bet Simmons would just love to help polish your pink-"
"Lightish red."
"Lightish red armor. Wouldn't you Simmons?"
Simmons looked worried. "Wait, what? No no no, I don't think I should help Donut with such a personal job-"
"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" Donut practically bounced up and down. "You could get right in there with your sponge! Come on Simmons!"
He grabbed the maroon hand and pulled Simmons away toward his room. Simmons shouted back: "You fucking bastard!" Grif simply turned away.
"He he he, good one Grif, good one. Now, I could go for another nap." Then, the orange one went to his bed.