Church: Previously, on RvBvRWBY: Incursion…

"Well, O'Malley's holed up in this fortress. He's been fortifying his defenses for a few days now,"

"That's where we plant this." Tex gestured to a large basketball-sized metal orb sitting in the sand next to the group.

"We're planting a volleyball…" Caboose said.

"It's not a ball, it's a bomb," Tex corrected.

"Hey, everybody. What's up?" A new voice asked. Everyone looked between the bars of the front gate to see a new soldier standing there outside, wearing a shade of blue slightly darker than Tucker's, but significantly brighter than Caboose's. He held a sniper rifle in his hands.

"The computer can talk?" Simmons questioned.

"The computer's name is Gary?" Yang followed up.

"How have you been, Church?" Gary asked.

"Good, thanks for asking," Church replied nonchalantly. "Listen, could you do me a favor? Could you shut off the bomb, please?"

"No problem."

"So, uh, hi. I'm Church, leader of the Blue Team."

The large group of soldiers and huntresses turned around to see a black-furred canine creature perched atop the large turbine across the courtyard. It snarled before letting out an earth-shaking howl.

"It's the Grimm that attacked the ship…" Ruby muttered.

"It must have been lured here by our panic over the bomb," Blake deduced.

With harsh cracking and tearing like broken bones and cutting flesh, the Grimm's hand transformed, changing from the hand of a canine to a more human-like one with longer, thin, spindly fingers and white claws of bone at its fingertips.

"That's not supposed to happen…" Weiss noted.

Bella… donna…" The name came from its snout in a rumbly voice. Ruby and Blake's eyes rounded.

"Did… Did that Grimm just talk…?" Ruby questioned aloud.

"H-How does it know my name?" Blake added.

"Ruby… Rose…"

"H-How do you know my name…?"

"I don't know what the hell that thing was, but it seemed like you four had some idea," Tex snapped. "That creature, those crystals, your weapons and abilities; you four have a lot to explain, and you're going to answer all of my questions. Right now."

"S-So… where to start… We're kind of… from another universe?"

RvBvRWBY: Incursion
Chapter 5: Defusing the Situation

"You got this thing where?" Church asked Tucker, in reference to his new energy blade weapon that he now held ignited in his hands. In the small group discussion were Church, Tucker, Yang, Tex, Caboose, and Blake. They stood just outside the gate leading inside the facility.

"Right up there," Tucker answered, gesturing to the giant turbine, which despite all the battle around it today, still continued its slow rotations.

"I don't know if it's a good idea if you keep that thing," Blake said cautiously. "Isn't it part of some kind of apocalyptic prophecy?"

"I'm with Blake on this, I don't trust that thing, let alone you," Church added.

"You're just pissed because you don't have one," Tucker replied.

"No. You must have me confused with Tex. She's been staring at you non-stop since you found that thing." They all glanced over to see Tex staring intently at the glowing blue weapon in Tucker's hand.

"She's staring at it more than Ruby does with weapons…" Yang remarked.

"That's not true," Tex denied after a long moment of silence, her gaze still glued to the energy sword.

"You haven't taken your eyes off it," Blake said.

"Yes I have."

"Then why haven't you looked at us the entire time we've been talking?" Church questioned.

"I've already seen you, Church. Not too impressed. And I just don't like them," Tex said.

"The feeling's mutual," Yang deadpanned.

"Man, that thing is really shiny…" Tex said in awe at the sword.

"Yep," Tucker agreed.

Church returned his eyes to his teammate. "Man, I still think… The computer told me that thing is a very important relic for some ancient culture. Don't go swinging it around like that if you're gonna keep it."

"Yeah? Well I think it's just a kick ass piece of bling," Tucker replied nonchalantly, still ignoring the warnings. "And who are you gonna believe; me, or some super smart stupid talking computer?"

"My money's on the computer," Blake said.

Suddenly, a burst of rose petals blasted through and Ruby stood at the edge of the group, next to her teammates. "Guys! Come on! We found something!" She exclaimed before grabbing Blake and Yang and speeding away again, leaving a trail of floating rose petals as she sped off.

"That is still gonna take some getting used to," Church remarked.

"What was she talking about?" Tucker questioned.

"I dunno, but let's go find out. I don't trust them not to do something stupid." Church said as he ran off to follow Ruby. The other three followed suit.

The burst of petals sped to where the warthog was parked, and where all of Red Team as well as Weiss were waiting, then dissipated, and Ruby, Yang and Blake stood in its wake. Yang and Blake were left dazed and discombobulated.

"Ruby… never do that… again…" Blake groaned while holding her head.

Ruby nervously chuckled. "Sorry."

Sarge turned to the Huntresses. "Men, Team RWBY, thanks for meeting me on such short notice, so covertly."

"Didn't have much of a choice," Yang said while rubbing her head in nausea.

Grif added, "No problem. Had to move my lunch with the Pope, but uh, he was cool with it. He owes me. I helped him pick the hat."

"Shut up," Both Simmons and Weiss frowned in unison.

"I don't want the Blues finding out about this meeting, so I want us to all agree here and now to keep this between ourselves," Sarge requested.

"But why would we need to do that?" Ruby questioned.

"Because the blues are our enemy! As a fledgling Red yourself, I thought you'd know that by now."

"Not this again…" Ruby shook her head. "Sarge, the Blues aren't your enemy. You're all on the same side."

"Now that's hogwash. It's Red versus Blue! And as our enemies, they cannot know about our secret meetings!" Sarge exclaimed.

"It's not so secret if you're screaming at the top of your lungs," Church said as Blue Team approached.

"Dagnabbit! Blue invaders! Coming to steal our secrets!"

"Seriously, Sarge, that's enough," Weiss said.

Church snapped his vision to Sarge as well. "Look, Red, I don't know if you've already forgotten, but the big bad wolf just showed up to eat us a couple hours ago, and there's still an evil AI on the loose. The last thing I need on top of that is you morons doing something completely stupid that will get us all killed. We're not doing more of this 'behind closed doors' crap."

"Church is right," Blake agreed. "So long as O'Malley and that canine Grimm are both out there, we should try to be on the same page for now." Sarge let out low grumbles of anger, but Church paid him no attention.

"So, what is it that's so important?"

Weiss was the one to answer. "Simmons and I were in the middle of fixing the radio as well as our scrolls when we picked up a distress signal."

"What kind of distress signal?" Tucker asked.

"Oh, y'know, the kind they make when everything's totally fine and they're just checking- What do you think? The kind that means they're in fucking distress!" Simmons replied sarcastically. Weiss seemed to share his sentiment.

"Grif, could you play the signal again?" Weiss asked the orange-armored soldier.

"Sure," Grif replied as he hopped in the driver's seat. He switched the radio on, and the signal replayed itself.

"Distress! Distress! We don't need any more distress. Distress! Woah man, it's a lot of distress!"

"That's all it says, it doesn't even say where or who," Simmons said.

"This seems too fishy to me," Blake regarded.

"That's funny coming from you," Yang remarked with a smirk, earning her a slug in the arm from her teammate.

"We know who it is," Sarge said, "It's on the Red Army open channel. That means the Reds have survived into the future. Dontcha see what this means?"

Grif sighed. "That we have absolutely no hope of ever getting out of this army…"

"No! It means we must have beaten the Blues! Otherwise there wouldn't be any Reds left," Sarge corrected. "Finally, victory is ours! Wait a minute, this means I missed the entire war, aw dammit!"

"Is this all he worries about?" Weiss raised an eyebrow.

"Every. Damn. Day," Grif answered.

Yang put her hands on her hips. "Everything must be great, Sarge, hence the distress call."

"Maybe it's not a distress signal," Donut said. "Maybe it's a dis-tress signal. Maybe it's an open invitation to some formal ball!"

"O-Kay, let's go with Sarge's version," Grif said, weirded out.

"Can you figure out where the signal's coming from?" Ruby asked Simmons.

"All I can tell is the direction. I have no idea how far it is," he answered.

"Why not?" Sarge asked. "I thought you were our unofficial Science Officer."

"That just means I'm smart. If you want me to multiply two big numbers in my head, that I can do. But I can't measure radio signals with no equipment!"

"What's thirty-two times… fifty-six?" Tucker prompted.

"Thirty-one thousand, four-hundred fifty-two," Simmons instantly calculated.

"Is that right?" Sarge asked.

"Yes," Simmons replied.

"That's impressive," Weiss remarked.

"Eh, you know, it's a gift."

"So, what, are you guys gonna go chase this red signal?" Tex questioned.

"That's the idea," Sarge said. "And the little rosebud and the snowflake offered to come with us."

"You what?!" Yang and Blake both exclaimed in surprise at their teammates.

"Well, duh!" Ruby replied. "Someone needs help! What kind of huntresses are we if we don't help someone in need?"

Weiss added, "Not to mention, that Grimm is here with us, because of us. We can't leave it roaming around here. Before we can even think of finding a way home, it's our responsibility to destroy it. If that distress signal involves the Grimm, we're more than willing to take it down."

"Did you forget the part where it folded all of you?" Tex remarked.

"I didn't see you faring any better," Weiss replied. Tex had no response for that.

"So, when do we head out?" Blake asked.

"See, the thing about that is…" Ruby started.

Weiss finished for her. "That Hound is attracted to negative emotion like a normal Grimm, but we think it's also attracted to the Cosmic Dust. I think it's better if we don't have it all in one place."

"So we're planning on splitting up again? When we just got back together?" Yang questioned.

"Not our first choice," Weiss said.

"But if we wanna get home, we can't just let that Grimm have it. This way, even if he gets one bag of it, he won't have the other," Ruby added.

"So you two are going off with the Reds while we stay here?" Blake questioned.

"She's got a point, y'know," Sarge cut in. "That Dust stuff seems really important. If that dog thing comes rolling back around, it's best not to have all your eggs in one basket."

Church added, "And since you don't trust us with it, which is fair in all honesty, you guys should take it in two separate directions for now."

"Since when do you care?" Tex questioned.

"Since I nearly got mauled by a werewolf. As far as I'm concerned, for right now we're on the same page," Church said sternly. "The Reds and half of Team RWBY take one bag of Dust and follow the distress signal. Then, even in the worst case scenario of walking right into the jaws of that monster, we still have a bag and two badass huntresses with us if it comes knocking. And then even if it comes back here, you guys will be far away."

"I guess you've got a point," Blake relented.

"Question is, who goes where?" Yang added.

"I've been stuck in this facility too long already. I'm not staying here," Weiss said.

"I've felt cooped up too long now. I wanna see some action!" Yang said with a confident smirk before she slammed her fists together.

"In that case, Blake and Ruby, you guys will stick with us," Church said.

Ruby frowned at this. "But, the distress signal! I have to help whoever's in trouble!"

"Ruby, I know you want to help, but we can trust Yang and Weiss to get the job done," Blake assured her leader. Ruby let out a low whine.

"Hey, I could also use your help with Caboose," Church added.

"Me? Why my help?" Ruby asked.

"For some reason, Caboose seems weirdly comfortable with you in particular, and he listens to you. Maybe he's forming this weird obsession with you like he did with me, but whatever it is, it can help us corral him so he doesn't do something stupid."

"I don't know whether to feel flattered or weirded out by that…" Ruby replied uncomfortably. "But I guess if I have to."

"Well, it's settled then," Sarge said. "The snowflake and the spitfire come with us."

"How will we keep in contact with our teammates?" Blake questioned.

"Oh, about that," Simmons said, "While we were messing with the jeep's radio, Weiss and I were also working on connecting your scrolls to our radio frequencies. Ruby and Weiss's are already connected, so I'm sure they can show you guys how to do it before we leave."

"That's actually really helpful," Yang smiled. "Thanks, Simmons."

"While I'm thinking about it, where is Caboose?" Ruby asked.

"What are ya talking about, he's right-" Church turned to where Caboose had been standing, only to see empty space. "-here. Y'know, for someone so loud and annoying, he is so quiet when he wants to be. Well, no time like the present to start learning how to Caboose-sit. C'mon, let's find him before he somehow still finds a way to blow us up." Church, Tucker, Ruby, Blake and Tex all headed inside the facility.

"Welp, let's start packing up," Sarge ordered.

The Blues, Ruby and Blake entered into one of the main rooms of the facility, where Caboose was standing alone in the middle of the room. "Caboose, what are you doing in here? We thought you were with us, you missed the entire plan!" Church said.

"Oh, don't worry. Andy was listening and told me everything," Caboose replied.

"Andy? Who's Andy?" Church questioned before turning to Tucker. "Are you- Are you Andy?"

"I'm not Andy, I'm Tucker."

"No- I know. What's your first name?" Church asked.

"Lavernius," Tucker answered.

"Lavernius? Well then who's this Andy g-.. Wait a second," Church had started to turn back to Caboose, but wheeled right back around to Tucker. "Are you black?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"Does it matter?" Tucker questioned.

"No. I'm just curious," Church said.

"Well if it doesn't matter, then why are you curious?"

"I don't know, I guess that's just something I should've picked up on after all this time."

"Y'know what else you should've picked up on? My fucking first name!" Tucker exclaimed.

"Language!" Ruby cut in.

"So then who's Andy?" Blake asked Caboose.

"This is Andy," Caboose said before gesturing to the defused bomb sitting in its marked spot on the floor near his feet. "Andy, this is Tex and Tucker, and Ruby and Blake. The red one is Ruby, the black one is Tex, the other black one is Blake, and the other other black one is Tucker."

"Andy's the bomb?" Ruby raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Uhh, Andy prefers the term explosive american," Caboose corrected.

"I can't tell if he's fucking with us or is literally that retarded," Tucker remarked.

Ruby defended Caboose, saying, "Hey, be nice!"

"He told me all about what you guys were talking about," Caboose said, ignoring the blatant insult Tucker dished out. He then turned back down to the bomb. "Didn't you, Andy?" He spoke to the spherical weapon as if expecting it to speak back. Only painful silence filled the room. "Yes, and then we talked about all our adventures. Did you know that he used to know Sheila? Isn't that right, Andy?" Again, silence filled the room, only the wind outside creating audible noise.

Blake asked, "Um, Caboose? Are you hearing the bomb talk right now?"

"Say something, Andy," Caboose growled under his breath sternly. "You are embarrassing me in front of my friends!"

"Caboose, I think you're losing it," Tex said.

"This is already driving me crazy. I'll be right back," Church said before exiting the room. "Make sure he doesn't arm that bomb somehow." He left that room and went up to the power room with Gary's terminal, stopping in front of the screen to talk to the computer voice. "Gary, I need you to tell me some more about the alien race that needs Tucker's sword."

"I do not know anything about them," Gary replied.

"You don't know anything about the aliens who programmed you?"

"Correct. Instead, they filled all my memory banks with information about The Great Destroyer and his race."

"You mean humans?" Church questioned.

"That is not what they call you, but correct."

"Why, what do they call us?" Church asked.

"Shisno," Gary simply answered.

"That's an insult, isn't it?" Church guessed.

"Perhaps this can best be explained in the form of a knock knock joke." Church let out a heavy sigh at the mere mention, previously having been bombarded with the computer's jokes for quite some time previously. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?" Church asked unenthusiastically.

"You are."

"You are who?"

"You are a dirty dirty Shisno. Ha ha ha."

"Alright, what does it mean?" Church asked.

"What is the most foul-smelling animal on your planet?" The computer replied.

"Um… a skunk. Wait, so Shisno means skunk?"

"Not exactly. Does a skunk defecate?"

"Yes," Church replied through tightened lips, getting more angered by the term as the conversation went on.

"And does the skunk's defecation in turn produce its own excrement?"

"Ew, no!" Church responded in a disgusted fashion.

"Then there is no equivalent for Shisno in your language," Gary deduced.

"Gross."

"Like you would not believe."

Church desperately wanted to change topics now, so he figured there was only one other thing to bring up to steer away from this topic so it didn't remain at the forefront of his mind. "Hey, did that bomb ever talk to you?"

"The bomb? No, never."

"Yeah, I didn't think so," Church replied, somewhat relieved that one thing started to make sense. Bombs couldn't talk, and this was just another one of Caboose's-

"Andy and I are not on speaking terms right now." Dammit. "He is kind of a jerk."

Church heard another voice come back from the other room, that told him his sanity was only going to be dropping today. "I'm not the jerk, you're the jerk, jerk."

"That was very rude," Gary responded.

"Eh, shut up ya Shisno!"

"What I wouldn't give for a normal day…" Church groaned before returning to the bomb room.

"You're trying to tell us that this bomb can talk?" Tucker questioned as Church walked back in.

"I'm not telling you that. He's telling you that," Caboose clarified, gesturing to the bomb on the floor next to them all.

"Yeah, and I'm standing right here. You can talk to me," The bomb, Andy, added.

"If you could talk this whole time, then why didn't you just- wait, why am I talking to a bomb? I'm not doing this!" Tucker said.

"What, am I not good enough to talk to?" Andy questioned. "Who do you think you are? Some kind of too-good-to-talk-to-a-bomb type?"

"Maybe it's a good idea not to piss off the explosive device," Church deadpanned.

"Did Gary say anything about the bomb being able to talk?" Blake asked the blue leader.

"Uhh.. just that this whole place is gonna be destroyed by us, and that Andy here is probably the thing that does it," Church replied.

Ruby said, "Well that's… not good."

"I don't think so. Buncha Shisnos if you ask me." Andy said hatefully. "And no one did ask me, which I find insulting!"

"Alright alright, calm down, Andy, calm down-" Church started, but the bomb's anger just continued to rise.

"Don't tell me to calm down! I am calm! Look at me! I'm calm!" Church quickly turned to Ruby and gave a mute gesture to talk to Caboose. She caught on and turned to the blue soldier.

"Uh, Caboose? Could you please ask Andy to calm down before he blows us all to smithereens?" She politely asked. Caboose immediately turned to Andy.

"Andy, everyone here is your friend, and no one wants to hurt you," He gently assured the explosive.

"Yeah, right…" Andy replied in a rolled-his-eyes tone, but was audibly more calm.

"C'mon, Andy, think of a happy place! Now what makes you happy?" Caboose asked.

"Being in the middle of a huge explosion!" Andy exclaimed.

"Uh, less happy place, Caboose!" Ruby quickly said.

"U-uh! Th-Think calming thoughts! Let's count backwards from ten! Ten… Nine… Eight…"

"NO!" Everyone exclaimed.

Simmons was sat in the passenger seat of the warthog, still stewing over the distress signal, while Sarge, Grif and Weiss stood around the vehicle. Yang sat in the position of the gunner seat, but kept her hands off the gatling turret mounted there.

Simmons said, "Okay… I'm ninety-five percent certain that the distress signal is coming from… that way." Simmons gestured with a glance which direction he was talking about.

"Excellent work, Simmons," Sarge congratulated. "Alright, let's get ready to roll!"

"Only ninety-five percent certain?" Grif questioned.

"Grif, if there's one thing that I've learned from working with you, it's that there's always margin for error," Simmons harshly replied.

"Ooh, cold," Yang remarked. "And Weiss didn't even say it."

"Oh, hush you," Weiss snapped back.

Sarge added, "Excellent comeback, Simmons. And nice follow-up, Yang. That's a burn."

"Oh, I burn alright," Yang smirked.

"Well har har, Simmons, look who's so smart," Grif sarcastically replied. "It's pronounced margarine, dumbass."

Simmons stared right at Grif in disbelief. "Seriously, if I ever meet the guy who assigned you to our squad, I'm gonna kill him."

"Well if you're ninety-five percent certain it's that way, which way is the other five percent?" Grif questioned.

"Where do you think, you dolt? Every single other direction!" Weiss frowned, her patience growing thinner and thinner with most of these soldiers by the minute. Simmons was the only one in her opinion so far on this Red Team that showed signs of any real intelligence.

"Then I think that's the way we should go," Grif said, angering Weiss further.

"You have to be the dumbest person I've ever met!" Weiss exclaimed.

"If you don't like it, Ice Queen, then stay here with the Blues. I'm sure Tex would love your company," Grif replied. Weiss growled, her pale as snow face turning red in fury.

"Can I stab him?" Weiss asked their commanding officer.

"If we need to use him for food, you have the green light," Sarge replied. "I'll even let you filet his corpse and serve it up like a sushi bar."

Donut then approached the group. "Hey Sarge! I was up on the windmill again, and I think I found a route we can take outta here!"

"Great! Yang, Grif, get the cart attached to the back and let's get outta here!"

"I'll go let Ruby and Blake know we're leaving," Weiss said before heading inside. She rounded the corner into one of the main rooms to see the Blues, Tex, Blake and Ruby surrounding the defused bomb on the floor.

Caboose then began to talk to the bomb. "You are in a cool river, where no one disturbs you, or calls you names. Like Bomby. Or the Exploding Jerk. There are sheep nearby, the kind that don't blow up! You are happy. But not overly happy! Regular happy."

"Breathe in through your nose, and out through the mouth," Tex said, taking deep breaths herself to accentuate her point, also talking to the bomb. "Again. In through the nose, out through the mouth."

"Would you like candles, Andy?" Blake said gently. "Or some incense to calm the nerves?"

Then Gary piled on. "Hey, Andy. Knock Knock."

Andy let out a sigh. "Who's there?"

"Inner peace and serenity."

"I already heard that one."

Weiss, without a word spoken or ever being noticed by anyone else in the room, slowly turned around and walked out, heading back outside to the parked warthog. "What are you doing back so soon?" Simmons asked. "That was a fast goodbye."

"Is something wrong?" Yang asked her teammate.

"I have seen all I need to see," Weiss replied before hopping into the makeshift truck bed/cart the Reds had made for room for the Huntresses to get here in the first place, which had now been attached to the back of the warthog. "I want to leave this world as fast as possible."

Along the beach shoreline, not far from where Doc had found Weiss or the Reds and Blues had entered the power facility's grounds, O'Malley stood in front of a small army of green armored soldiers wearing the basic military armor. They were robotic soldiers created for the express purpose of ending the Reds and Blues, and now the little girls who had interfered, once and for all. The head of Lopez sat atop a ledge above all of them as the spanish-speaking robot began to order his troops.

"[Come my robot army. Today is the day of our glorious victory.]"

O'Malley cackled before addressing the troops himself, a large rocket launcher in his hands.. "And now the hour is at hand. It is time, my robot minions! At last, we will seize our destiny!"

Then Doc cut in. "Do we really need to seize destiny? Can't we just invite it to our online circle of friends?"

"Quiet, you fool! And quit sending me those invites, they're repulsive." O'Malley cleared his throat and quickly regained his composure to continue addressing the troops. "Prepare for battle! We will break upon their fortress like an evil wind! Crushing our opponents with lightening speed! Attack!"

"[Charge!]" The robots all called. They all lurched forward to the facility-

-and walked at a snail's pace, barely making a few feet in a full minute. "You there, hurry along! And you in the back. Lopez, can't you speed them up?"

The severed robot head replied in it's signature Spanish, "[This is their maximum velocity.]"

"This isn't what I asked for!"

"[You said you wanted a day of victory. At this speed, they will win in exactly twenty-four hours]." O'Malley just let out a sigh as he watched his robotic minions practically crawl up the shoreline.

"So we cool here?" Church asked.

"I think we're finally calmed down," Blake answered in mild relief.

Caboose added, whilst looking down at Andy, "Yes. We are all better now. We are not mad, and we are definitely not thinking about exploding at all anymore."

"Hey… are you talking about me?" Andy questioned.

"What? Nah!" Ruby nonchalantly waved him off. "We just wanna make sure everybody's happy around here!"

"Don't say 'we', you really mean me! I mean, you. Which in this case, is me."

"No no no, uh… we're, uh, talking about Tex," Church deflected.

"Excuse me?" Tex responded in an annoyed tone.

Church muttered to her, "Hey, you wanna die in an explosion? Play along." Church then turned back to Andy. "Yeah, um, I don't know if you noticed but she's uh, she's kind of a bitch. Isn't that right Tex?"

"Church…" The freelancer growled.

"I don't know…" Andy said suspiciously.

"Come on, Tex…" Tucker muttered.

"Yes, we're talking about me," Tex relented.

"Sounds like you're patronizing me," Andy replied.

"No really. It's me. I'm a bitch."

"Heheh, keep going," Church chuckled with a smirk under his helmet, a hint of smugness in his voice. He was loving every second of this.

"And I need to be calmed down all the time."

"Or what happens?" Church asked rhetorically.

"Or else I get so mad that I kill people on my own team," She threatened, slowly turning to stare daggers at her ex.

"I see your point…" Church muttered, letting the teasing go now.

Caboose said, "Tell him about the moodiness. And the crankiness."

"Also mention how you like to punch people in the head while they sleep," Tucker added with an edge to it.

"That was you?!" Caboose gasped. "I thought the tooth fairy was mad at me!"

"Poor Caboose…" Ruby mumbled, recognizing more and more instances where the blue soldier seemed like the butt of every joke.

"Wow. She sounds like a real handful," Andy remarked.

"Alright, listen here you little newb firecracker-" Tex started.

"Woah woah woah woah!" Church cut her off. "See what we mean, Andy? Volatile."

"I am so going to remember this, Church," She warned.

"You should sleep with your pillow on top… of your head…tonight," Caboose whispered to Tex, seemingly making an attempt to threaten her.

"Don't do that, Caboose," Ruby said.

"Yes, that's very funny, make all the threats you want. A sling as everyone is calm and peaceful and there is nothing to make us excited, I don't care," Church said evenly.

BOOM!

An explosion rocked the side of the facility, and small arms plasma blasts began firing toward the facility as well. O'Malley's voice could be heard over all of it. "Attack, my robot minions!"

"I could almost feel that coming right as I finished the sentence," Church sighed.