It was a normal day for the red scout, just lurking across the plains. He saw a red figure approaching him, he was dressed like a dynasty warrior. The scout was suspicious of him. Who would be dressed up like that? Who would have that variety of clothes, it came to his mind. The figure approched him and said, "Hah, you use a gun, for it has only been used for 400 years, the katana has been around for two thous-" The scout shot the weeb down. "The freaking spy is dead."