Red Team:
Simmons:
So me and Shithole are going around to meet Sarge cause he said somthing about a delivery. I figure its next months rations of food, Meaning we would need to sit though Griff eating another 200 twinkies in 20 min. But we get down there and...
Griff:
... we get down there and its this car thing . Danm It! i wanted my twinkies...
Simmons:
I think Griff was disapointed about it. But i got shotgun so dosent matter
Griff:
The basterd called shotgun.And if that wasent the worst of it Sarge said we were gonna get a rookie. Meaning i would need to share rations, he can have my carrots but i get my Twinkies! But anyway sarge begins to explane how the car works... and some other boring shit i diditn realy listen... Ooh exept that for some stupid reson the thing is called a warthog. It didint evin look like a pig... it looked like some cat or somthing, liek a lion, or puma.
Sarge:
Griff... what a dumbass, i sould have simmons kill him in his sleep. Puma.. What in same hell is a Puma. the retard is just makeing up animals. heh So fine i give him a valid chance to rename it his pick, Leprichan... Peggasess... Griffin... Chupathingy... You name it its the car's name.
Blue Team:
Church:
We keep spying every five min still hearing the drone of "whats are they doing?" "whats going on?" "whats that" and then i see what he's talking about, they got some sort of car thing. Probably has soem cool code name to liek Chupachabra. But it looks all sleeked out and has these little fang things on the front... liek a Puma or somthing. But then Tucker starts bitching to me about chicks.
Tucker:
Danm it! they get a chick magnet deliverd to them! and Church dosent evin care.
Church:
i dont care abotu a "chick magnet" i mean come on! we are abotu 20 thousand lightyears from any chick inhabited planet anyway. besides we are getting a big as tank in the next drop.
Tucker:
YOU CAN'T PICK UP CHICKS IN A TANK! its horror! maddness!... I'll never get aid out here!