Ammo and Such
1100 Hours, Blitz Team HQ
(Doc Toros is playing with his model kits, as usual)
Dr. T: 4 crank motors, 3 WarSharks, 2 Iron Kongs, and a Liger in a pear tree!
(Bit, Lina, & Jamie enter)
Bit: Hey, Doc, when's our next match?
Dr. T: I'm surprised that you're not asking Jamie.
Jamie: I was online a second ago, and there was nothing from the Commission in my..(hears an AOL "You've got mail" signal)…inbox. (Jamie exits to check)
Lina: Um…Dad…
Dr. T: Yes?
Lina: It's kind of hard for me to say, but…TheGunsniperranoutofammolastweekandweforgottostopbythelocalpartsstoresocanIheadintotownandpickupsome?
Bit: No wonder it's hard to say. Ever hear of taking a breath in between words?
(Lina chases Bit out of the room with a frying pan as Brad & Jamie enter)
Brad: I heard the commotion about the ammo, and that reminds me. I need more smoke cans for the Shadow Fox.
Jamie: Well, if we're stocking up, then make it quick, because we have the next battle tomorrow afternoon!
Dr. T: That early? I thought there was a 72-hour gap between notification of the teams and the actual fight!
Brad: Remember, Doc? We're in S Class now.
(Bit has finally lost Lina and re-enters)
Bit: I have been given a newfound respect for kitchenware…(faints, revealing a giant animé head bump near the top of his noggin)
Jamie: So…are we gonna need the Liger tomorrow?