An M7 drove up next to a Churchill 1's side. "What are they doing?" The M7 asked. The Churchill turned his turret towards the M7, whacking him with his gun.

"Like I said five minutes ago, they're still just sitting there, and they're still just talking!" The Churchill answered impatiently – for the fiftieth time today.

"What are they talking about?" The M7 questioned again, much to the Churchill's annoyance.

"I can't bloody hear them, you complete and utter moron! We're over two-hundred metres away!" The Churchill bashed on the turret of the M7 with his gun in anger. He sighed, and muttered "I hate you."

"Hey, I'm the one who doesn't have a scope or upgraded optics or whatever! What in hell am I supposed to do, sit here and play with the damn rocks?!" The M7 yelled as loud as he could at the Churchill, who had started to pay attention to a bunch of incoming shells.

"Crap, they see us." The Churchill grumbled, before pushing the M7 down the cliff they were perched on. The Churchill promptly followed.

"More like they heard us!" The M7 said, before driving up to the base, which was rather close to their vantage point. The Churchill growled. "They heard you you complete and utter twit!" A Sherman Firefly appeared out of their round bases door. He inspected both of the tanks. "Well, what do we have here? Are the two idiots are done with their 'scouting' mission?" he taunted. The Churchill shoved his way past the medium tank, muttering expletives. "Hah, what's wrong with Church?" asked the Firefly. The M7 sighed, and went past the Firefly.

"He's just being his usual self, ignorant and stuck-up his own exhaust pipe." Said the M7, who then turned to the Firefly. "What have you been doing? Doing lewd things behind your favourite rock?"

"Err... No..." The Firefly went quiet.

"Oi! Schweines! Get your rears over here!" A Panther yelled towards the interior of his base. He was decorated in bright red paint, some would call it a disadvantage, but he would call it 'misdirection'. Two tanks, an orange Panzer III and a maroon couloured D.W2 came up to the Panther. "What are your orders, Kommandant?" Chirped the D.W2, while the Panzer III sighed.

"Dammit, Panther, I was getting a real good sleeping marathon going on there."

"Shut up, dirtbag! We are going to launch an assault on the dirty evil blue base just over yonder!" Yelled the Panther authoritatively. "Kleine! You are going to be in charge of navigation!" The D.W2 nodded happily. "Dirtbag! You are going to valiantly sacrifice yourself to our enemy and hopefully die to an accidental shot from behind which would obviouslynot be mine!" The Panzer III sighed again.

"Yes, sir." He moaned.

They set off toward the other base, with Panther leading, with Kleine by his side and Dirtbag lagging behind. "How much further... is that... stupid base?" Dirtbag whined before ramming into a wall. "Right here, idiot." Kleine said. A bunch of blue-coloured tanks came out of the base.

"Church. Who are these tanks? Do they want to have a sleepover?" One of them, a M3 Grant, asked.

"Surround, scrubs! We have you surrendered!" Panther yelled.

"Uh, Kommandant? You may have-" Kleine started before a Sherman Firefly interrupted him.

"You what? You are an idiot, Panther!" The Firefly laughed, drawing an annoyed grunt from the Panther.

"CHAAAAAAAAAARGE!" Yelled the Panther as he fired his gun. The shot hit the Firefly at a bad angle and bounced off.

"That one bounced, Kommandant!" Yelled Kleine as he fired his gun. His shot went into the sky as he was really bad at aiming. Dirtbag was just simply dozing, his laziness taking effect. The Firefly fired his gun at Dirtbag, but missed and hit the dirt, so he gave up and went away. The M3 Grant? Well, he was shooting at a tree, decimating its branches.Literally.

Dirtbag was brought back to his senses when the Panther drove behind him and yelled "Dirtbag! I need ammunition!" before attacking Dirtbag's bags.

"I thought Kleine had the ammo!" Dirtbag said before getting pushed towards the Firefly by the Panther.

"You're an IDIOT! I HAVE ALWAYS TOLD YOU TO CARRY THE AMMUNITION AND YOU ALWAYS SCREW IT UP!" Panther yelled forcefully.

"Hey, I don't pay attention..." Dirtbag mumbled before Panther smashed him with his gun.

"WHAT ARE ON ABOUT DIRTBAG?!" Panther almost screamed.

"I use meeting time as sleeping time!" Dirtbag contently said.

"USE YOUR BRAIN FOR ONCE!" Panther shouted, "STAY AWAKE! DON'T SLEEP!"

"You're out of ammo you bloody idiots!" Called Church as he drove towards Panther. "You should surrender." Panther didn't react much, but aimed his gun at Church.

"What if this was a trick?" Panther devilishly said. Church laughed.

"Because you haven't shot me ye-" Church was interrupted by Panther shooting him. "OW YOU BITCH!" Panther reversed,

"Retreat! Hahahah!" Panther ordered before taking off towards his own base. Kleine immediately followed, chirping "Good one Kommandant!"

Dirtbag turned around and stared at Panther. Church rubbed where Panther's shell had hit him. "That guy's a braindead ass." he grumbled angrily. Dirtbag sighed.

"Yeah, he is."

"Hey," Church started. "Is 'Dirtbag' your real name? 'Cause if it is, that's funny." he chuckled.

"No, it isn't." Dirtbag retorted.

"Shut up and follow your leader before I shoot you over there,Dirtbag." Church said before firing at Dirtbag, missing horrendously. "That was a warning shot."

"Yeah, right. Anyway, I'll leave you and your horrible aim alone, douche!" Dirtbag left in the same direction that Kleine and Panther did.

"Hey, Tomato!" Church turned to the M3 Grant, who had finished with his anti-tree 'work'. "Get back inside, idiot!"

"What? Is there lemonade? And a sleepover?" Tomato asked.

"No, you are not getting lemonade, you noob. Talk to Firefly, I don't know, just go away." Church impatiently replied. Tomato replied with a hasty "Okay!" before scampering off. Church decided to hang around for awhile and enjoy the peace without his idiot 'teammates' around to annoy him. All of a sudden he heard a bunch of shells going off.

"AAAGHHH TOMATO YOU TEAM KILLING FUCKTARD!" Firefly yelled as he zipped past Church with Tomato in tow, who was shooting him. Church grumbled.

Yep... so much for peace and quiet...

A/N: Got to have a laugh now and then and do something completely stupid.