Church whirled around to face his ex girlfriend. "Tex!" The barrel of the gun was still trained on his helmet, smoke wisping away from the hole it created on the wall.

"What was that about O'Malley being in Lopez?" asked Tex in a clipped tone.

Church reached out and pulled down her arms. "Donut came to us telling that Lopez started killing everyone in Red base. We went there, and Sarge was half-dead. We recovered him, and now we were discussing tactics."

Sarge snorted. "Discussin'? You were the one who was talking to yerself!"

"Technicalities," replied Church, waving his hands dismissively.

"So who died?" asked Tex, crossing her legs as she sat down in a nearby chair.

"Someone died? What happened?" Everyone looked over to the doorway to find Tucker, eyes blurry and hair sticking out, limping dangerously as he wobbled to a nearby chair.

"Tucker? Hey man, you alright?" asked Church. He didn't move to help the man – he was worried, but not that worried.

Doc on the other hand, was already next to Tucker, tending to his patient like mother hen.

"Tucker! What are you doing up? You're supposed to be in a coma! Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah," replied Tucker, "I mean besides the pain of giving birth."

"What?" asked Tex and Sarge simultaneously.

"Ignore him," grumbled Church. He had almost forgotten about the biological disaster.

"So what happened?" repeated Tucker.

"Oh, well, Lopez went nuts and killed all Red Guys except Church," Caboose replied.

"O…kay. I'll think that you meant to say Sarge."

Church stared at the idiotic Blue. "Dude, that just made me totally sure that you're out to get me."

Doc stood up, shaking his head in disgust. "Ugh, I don't want to remember that again. You guys discuss everything by yourselves. I'm going to the bathroom."

"The toilet?" asked Church, "We don't have any toilet."

"What? Then where do you go?"

"Go find a tree," suggested Tucker.

"I go up to the cliff where nobody can see me. There's a bush there," quipped Caboose.

"Use Tucker's Rock." Church stated.

"Yeah! Wait, WHAT?" Tucker whipped his head towards Church. "Dude, that's disgusting!"

"Nowhere near as disgusting as-"

Sarge stood up from his seat, dragging Doc out of the room as the Blues started arguing with each other about how disgusting they were. "I'm comin' with ya. I don't want ta hear about this."

"You think this is far enough?" asked Doc, peering down the edge of the cliff they were at. By his insistence, Sarge was about fifty feet away, turned around behind a rock.

Sarge snapped up his visor and took out his pack of cigarettes. "Nobody'll see ya if they looked out the window, Purple pants."

"What?"

"Just do yer business," grumbled Sarge, inwardly cursing at the wimp, "I'll be standing right over-"

BANG!

"What the-"

BANG!

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