Simmons was finally allowed within the Red base.
Simmons: Sarge! Finally! I need to tell you what the Blues are planning.
Sarge: I thought I told you idiots not to let this traitorous scumbag in the base!
Simmons: Good to see you too, sir.
Grif: We didn't let him in the base.
Sarge: He's standing right here.
Grif: Well obviously, he penetrated the defensive protocol that me and Private Donut established.
Simmons: Defense protocol? You asked me what the password was.
Grif: And you knew it.
Simmons: I guess it. By the way, the password was 'password'.
Grif: It's so obvious, it's impossible to guess.
Sarge: Diabolical.
Simmons: A password contain at least one number and one letter. For example, your password would be '2Dumb2Live'.
Sarge: Excellent Burn.
Simmons: Thank you, sir.
Sarge: Traitor.
Simmons: Dammit.
Sarge: Grif's stupidity aside, I'm not speaking with you until we punish your insubordination and treason.
Simmons: How about I just trade you the information that I learned from the Blues?
Sarge: No! We have to have a trial. Right here. Right now.
Simmons: What? We don't even have a judge.
Sarge: Inaffirmative. In my civilian life, I worked as a judge for many years.
Grif: What level? Municipal? Federal?
Sarge: Livestock, and occasionally agriculture. Now let's find out if Simmons is guilty of treason and or best in breed.
Simmons: I don't recognize the authority of this court.
Sarge: No one cares what a convicted criminals thinks.
Simmons: But aren't I innocent until you prove me guilty?
Sarge: Nonsense! Why would we waste time having trials for innocent people? That would be a waste of resources.
Simmons: But I'm not guilty until you hold trial and convict me.
Sarge: So you admit it's a forgone conclusion!
Simmons: Yes! Wait! I mean no? Yes. No, that was right, I think.
Grif: Okay, this is officially more boring than any of the other times I've been to court. Permissions to sigh and walk away, sir?
Sarge: Permission denied. If you leave, Simmons won't have anybody to defend him.
Simmons: Woah woah woah woah, I'd prefer to defend myself.
Sarge: I knew you'd say that, and as the old saying goes, a person who chooses to defend himself has a fool for a lawyer. And that fool is Grif.
Grif: Who's the prosecution?
Sarge: Why I am, of course.
Simmons: You're the judge AND the prosecutor? That's a conflict of interest!
Sarge: I object to that as speculative, and I also sustain my own objection.
Grif: Uhhh. . . we'd like to enter a plea.
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