Violet and Donut head up to the roof of Red base. "Dude, this is sweet! I finally have my own colored armor!!" Exclaims Donut. Simmons and Grif stop talking. They turn to him. Grif tilts his head, " Uh... hey Donut?" Donut walks up toward the two red soldiers. Violet walks beside him, a smug smile underneath her mask. Grif looked as if he was gonna burst with laughter. "What?" Donut asks innocently. Simmons scratches the back of his neck, "Um... whats with your armor?"

"Violet took care of my color problem, isn't it amazing! Why? Whats wrong with it?"

"How do I put this... Your armor is, um... It's a little, um... Grif, uh, you wanna help me out here?"

Grif yelps as he looks Donut up and down, "It's pink. Your armor is fricking pink!" Violet wanted to snort out a laugh but she bit her lip to refrain from dying of laughter.Simmons nods, "Yeah, that's it. Pink." Donut looks over to Violet as sign of his disbelief, "Pink?" Violet gave him a shrug in response, trying to hide her amusement. Donut looks back at the two reds. "My armor's not pink." The pin-- lightish-red soldier declares. Grif sighs, "pink."

Simmons looks Donut over up and down once more, "Yeah, definitely pink."

Donut crosses his arms, irritated, "You guys are colorblind? Why would Violet color my armor pink?"

Grif snorts out proudly while looking at Violet, " Hey, donask, dontell"

Violet stares at Grif for a second until she realized what he had just said. She begins to giggle in a light-hearted tone. She really did like that Grif. Simmons looks to Grif and then to Violet. He shakes his head with a small short chuckle, "heh, that's not funny." Violet laughs a little more before saying, "It kinda is." Simmons stares at Violet, "Don't encourage him."

Donut quickly comes to his own defense, "Look at it, it's not pink. It's like uh... a lightish red."

"Guess what:" Grif says with a mocking tone. " they already have a color for lightish red. You know what it's called? Pink."

Donut mumbles, "I hate you guys." Violet chuckles low and give Donut a small nudge with her elbow as if to assure him he looks fine.

Suddenly the Sargeant hurries up to the roof followed by a man in brown armor, " Well hello, dirtbags. ...and a fine hello to you, madam." Violet follows Sarge's eyes before understanding he was addressing Donut. Donut kicks the ground with his head hung low. "It's light red.."

" Don't get your panties in a wad there, Barbie." Sarge says. Violet rolls her eyes, " So princess, your poor wittle head feeling better?"

Sarge throws a glare at Violet making her smile, "You know bluetard, I don't know if I respect you or completely hate you." Violet rolls her eyes and throws a middle finger at him. "Annddddd I completely hate you." Sarge growls. He looks toward Simmons, "Hey, Simmons, did you pick up that package from command?" Simmons nods, " Yes sir." He slides over a box to Sarge's feet. Sarge nods in approval, " Excellent, this speech unit should work on Lopez." Grif tilts his head, "Speech unit?"

" Affirmative. Command was fresh out of speech modules when I first started building Lopez, but once I get this baby installed, I'll finally have someone intelligent to talk to." Sarge says, he slowly looks to the maroon soldier "...No offense, Simmons."

Simmons nods, " Oh, don't worry, I know who you meant sir."

Grif looks at Lopez, "Wait.. Lopez is a robot?"

Violet tilts her head, "Hey... sorry to interrupt but... I think I should go."

Sarge spins toward her, "I don't think so missy, you're the captain of the blues! You're our prisoner now."

The freelancer's shoulders slump. "Really?" She says, her voice laced with disappointment. "Yes really! You think you can just leave?!" Sarge shouts. "I mean.. yeah. I could." Violet states. Sarge glares at her, "Grif you're in charge of the blue."

"Aw.. what? Why me?" He mumbles.

"Because I told you so!" Sarge snarls. Grif groans. Sarge begins to work on Lopez trying to install the speech unit. Donut rubs the back of his neck, " So, what happened to me anyway? I recall something about a spider on my head?"

"Right. That was a grenade." Grif replies.

" And the last thing I remember, is a loud bang, and then Simmons fainting..."

Violet bursts out laugh, "You fainted?"

Simmons shakes his head rapidly, he begins to stumble over his words in embarrassment, "I-I-I d-did not!"

"Sure you didnt, Stutter-McGee." Grif chuckles.

Sarge stands up straight, " Done and done. Lopez. Activate speech unit!"

Lopez makes a small static noise before saying, "Buenos das. Y la gracias da por activar mi funcin del discurso. Soy el nmero de modelo cero uno cero uno uno tres cuatro ocho ocho dos tres. Me llamo es Lopez."

"Am I the only one not understanding any of this?" Donut asks.

"Me llamo es Lopez." The robot repeats.

" Lopez, he just said Lopez! I understood that. I can speak Spanish!" Grif exclaims estatically.

"Lopez. Speak. English." Sarge orders.

"Mi procesador Ingls tiene malfunctioned. S habla solamente espaol." Lopez explains.

Sarge taps his foot, annoyed. "Lopez. I order you to speak a language we understand."

Lopez shakes his head, " Negativo."

"Well this is just dandy. Lopez. How, do, we, fix, your, speech, u, -nit?"

Violet rolls her eyes, "Talking slow isn't going to make him talk English."

" Shut it blue." Sarge mumbles. Sarge sighs, "So... blue you seem to be good at everything? You speak Spanish?"

Violet rolls her eyes, " No Habla Espeñol."

"A-Ha! You DO know how to speak spanish." Sarge exclaims.

Violet groans, throwing her head back, frustrated. "I'm gonna go sleep." She mumbles stomping away. Grif stands up straight, "Welp. Since I have to watch the blue... I will do the same." The orange soldier quickly marches after the blue team captain.