Blen Docker {Rick Docker's father}: Okay people! Settle down! We're going to do the entire re-enactment again, because of some confusion over the bell. Now Rick, I know you're just trying to help, but we have to keep equal until a specific someone shoots someone in order for Satan to appear
Docker: But why? Why should we keep the bell and wait for some patsy ass children to appear and tell us what we're doing wrong?
Blen: Well, that's what happened isn't it?
Docker: But we don't have to wait for children to come up and defend their heroes who corrupt them in the first place!
Blen: I beg your pardon?
Docker: my men, we don't have to be told by an old man what to do and what not to do in the battle field! Sure, we could cancel, and go home to our wives and say, "fuck you bitch! I cancelled like I was supposed to, didn't I? Aren't you happy?!" Or, or we stay independent. Stay independent, and when we subdue these horrific flappy headed button eyed Canadians, we hold our guns up high, and yell "Not this year! This year belongs to America! Go America! Go Broncos!" [Some of the men drink Crak-Bubble Beer]
Blen takes a swig
Blen: My god, he's right!
Mr Black: Blen!
Blen: I've been re-enacting this war for over 2 years now. [throws down his hat] And for 3 years we Americans have let some punchy youngsters stop us by the command of an old man who claims he was dead during the war! Well, I'm sick of it!
Mr Black: Yeah! Why do we have to be their black assholes every year?!
Billy: I'm just tired of losing this war!
Blen: and I say it's time to kick fucking ass! Who's with me?!
Re-enactors: Yeah!
Re-enactor: Yeeeeaaaaaah! [Drops down drunk]
Docker grins like he has a raging clue