Fade in to the canyon where Tucker is seen doing squats. Washington watches him.
Tucker: Sixty! Sixty-One! Sixty-Two! Sixty-Three! Sixty-Four! Sixty-Five! Sixty-Six! Sixty-Seven! Sixty-Eight! Sixty-Nine...
Will/ Ava: Seventy.
Washington: Tucker, you can't keep stopping on Sixty-Nine.
Tucker: No! This time, my legs went out.
Washington: (sighs) Come on.
Will: Up you go.
Tucker: Ohhoh, Holy Christ! I haven't been this sore since that bachelorette party on Bourbon Street.
Washington: You want me to believe you banged an entire bachelorette party?
Tucker: I want you to, but really the groom just showed up and cracked three of my ribs.
Washington: That's what I thought.
Tucker: Why do we have to train so much? We never had to do squats when Church was in charge.
Washington: Exactly. I'd say you two have fallen out of shape, but generally in order to fall out of something you have to be in it first.
Tucker: Hey, that's funny! You should try comedy Wash. Why make one person miserable, when you can work over an entire room?
Washington: Alright! Time for sprints.
Tucker: Fuck you!
Washington: I want five laps around the canyon.
Tucker: Die in a fire.
Delta: I suggest your run.
Tucker: Why don't Delta have to do this Bull shit.
Washington: Six laps, around the canyon! The reason why Delta doesn't have to do it is because he has never had a body before and his is more robotic than ours.
Delta: I have not fully calculated and adjusted the body.
Tucker: Hey! Why isn't Caboose down here? Shouldn't you be making him do dumbbell rolls, or inverted push-ups or something?
Washington: I think he's having one of his... off days.
Will: He's still depressed common guys let's go.
Tucker: Oh...
Cut to the Red base interior. Sarge walks down a ramp and speaks to Grif South and Simmons, Alex walks down a ramp holding a tool box.
Sarge: Men! It has come to my attention that we have been approaching this base problem from the wrong direction.
Simmons: What do you mean?
Sarge: I mean we've been approaching it from the outside. What we should have been focusing on is the interior, the layout is all wrong. Upon reflection, I realized that a man of my military expertise, requires more private quarters, a place where I can reflect on my vast victories. And contemplate, on my non-existent failures.
Grif: Is the place called denial?
Alex: You've failed multiple times.
Sarge: Which is why I ordered Private Grif here to erect this new wall.
Simmons looks around for a wall
Simmons: Okay, I give up.
Grif: The sandbags.
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Red Vs Blue season 11 male oc
FanfictionThe assholes you all know are shipwrecked. They have to try and survive and deal with there normal hilarious trouble. They also have a giant pet killer robot that could kill them all.