Author's Notes:
Just a quick heads up, I will be writing this short story in a format used by a red vs. blue fanfic author that I admire: Aseret Kitsune. Her way of writing these petite narratives just adds to the hilarity of the story. This red vs. blue tale is mine, but some credit goes to Aseret, her format technique is solid and dependable.
I wrote this fanfic at 10:30 at night because I'm so bored, but I do hope that this one comes out as good as Aseret's. I am All That is Legendary, none are like me.
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Sarge: Donut, go fetch that lousy, good for nothing idiot we call Grif.
Donut: Yes sir! GRIF! GET YOUR DELICIOUS BOOTY UP HERE!
Sarge: Son, did you just call Grif's ass tasty?
Donut: In a manner of speaking, sir.
Sarge: (sigh) what am I gonna do with you?
Grif: What do want? I'm kind of in the middle of doing nothing.
Sarge: Grif, I need you to spy on the blues, find out what they're up to.
Grif: I dunno Sarge, it sounds suspiciously like work to me.
Sarge: I could have Donut do it, but there is the possibility that he might fall into a gay seizure, rush into the blue base and fuck 'em all until they bleed. They slightest thing could set him off, remember when we were watching wrestling yesterday? When that John Cena ripped his shirt off, all we could do was try and separate Donut's penis from the tv screen. Simmons ran screaming in the opposite direction and hasn't since come out of his quarters since.
Grif: Don't remind me.
Sarge: Do you want me to sic Donut on you?
Grif: Oh God no! Alright I'll do it…(sigh) this place sucks.
