Sarge: Fine, well I guess you don't want any help from our incredibly advanced robotic companion. (beckons to Lopez 2.0)
Lopez 2.0: Hola. [Hello.]
Washington: Nope!
In the background
Grif: Racist!
In the foreground
Thea: I leave you three alone for five minutes and you already have a robot. Why I am not surprised about any of this is beyond me.
Sarge: Hey tree-huggers, what if I told you it runs on recycled cooking grease? It's perfect. Grif sweats the stuff.
Grif: What else was I supposed to drink once we ran out of soda?
Simmons: There's always water.
Grif: Please, what are we, cavemen?
Thea: Waters healthy you moron.
Washington: I said no.
Lopez 2.0: ¿Seguro que no quieres ayuda? Esto parece un trabajo relativamente simple.[Are you sure you don't want help? This looks like a relatively simple fix.]
Thea: And I'm not surprised that it can speak Spanish.
Tucker: Whoa, is that Lopez?!
Simmons: Not exactly. (whispers) This one isn't very smart.
Lopez 2.0: En serio chicos, estoy viendo el problema. Lo puedo arreglar justo ahora.[Seriously guys, I'm looking at the problem. I can fix it right now.]
Shawn: Si, Por favor, si (Yes, Please, yes)
Tucker: How can you tell?
Sarge: Oh, a mother knows.
Lopez 2.0: Bueno, si nadie me va a detener, voy a arreglar su torre de radio.[Okay, if no one is going to stop me, I'm going to fix your radio tower.]
Lopez 2.0 walks towards the base of the comm tower.
Thea: Gracias (thank you)
Washington: Why don't you three go check on our food supply? It's been a while since I've done a full inventory.
Simmons: You can't shove your bitch work on us! What do we look like?
Tucker: Uhhhh... Bitches?
Wash: Tucker, I want 100 squats.
Tucker: What? But it was leg day yesterday!
Wash: You are a space marine, private. Everyday is leg day.
After a moment of doubt, Tucker starts doing squats.
Tucker: This is bullshit.
Grif: Ha! Who is the bitch now?
Tucker: Your sister was my bitch if I remember correctly.
Grif: What did you say to me, bitch?
Wash: No one is a bitch, now both of you be quiet.
Grif: .... Simmons is kind of a bitch.
Simmons: Hey! What the hell?!
Sarge: Ah, can it Private Bitch.
Simmons: (sulks) Yes, sir.
Tucker, Shawn and Grif: Bitch.
Washington: I said be quiet!
Wash punches the radio box. The radio tunes up.
Grif: Holy shit.
Thea: That should not have happened.
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Red vs blue (female OC) season 11
FanfictionThe reds and blues are shipped wrecked on a mysterious planet and Carolina and Epsilon are gone. Washington is trying his best to make sure they survive by taking charge and making sure everyone is calm but when your surround by idiots and the only...
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