Short, abrupt. Hope you like it anyways!
As Caboose walked towards the Reds' Warthog, Wash yelped. "Hey - ! Don't touch that! You'll break it!"
Smash. Cue to the Warthog blowing up.
"Tucker did it."
"Caboose, you can't blame him when he's on the other side of the canyon," Wash sighed.
"Remote control destruction. Right, Church?"
". . ."
"Church?"
The AI fragment's powder-blue avatar popped into existence over Wash's shoulder. "I hate you guys. All of you."
"Sometimes, I do too." Wash knew what it felt like.
"Bluetard! What in Sam Hill just happened?!"
Grif pointed an accusing finger at Caboose. "Our jeep blew up, no thanks to Mr. Moron here."
Caboose, being his usual oddly lovable self, said - "People are looking at me. Hi, people!"
God bless and have a nice day!