Red Owl Vs Blue Raven

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Tucker: I'm gonna fuckin' die.

Church: Yeah, I guess this is it, Tucker. Nice knowin' ya.

Tucker: Hoh, you better hope that I don't die, 'cause if I do, you're the one taking care of my kids.

Church: You have kids?

Tucker: Heheh, probably!

Amity: Good for them because you would be a really bad dad. Your more like a uncle that dangers and reckless

Tucker: Whatever I'll take it.

Slice to Simmons and Sheila sieging the Salmon Side's structure

Sheila: Firing main cannon.

Lilith: This base is really has bad luck with Shelia.

Eda: Yeah we noticed.

Simmons: Yeahah, take that! Suck it, Blue! I mean Red! Suck it, Blue... uh, damn! Red! God, this is harder than I thought.

Grif: Hey Simmons, what the hell are you doing?

Simmons: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm attacking the Blue base! I mean the Red base! Fuck!

Donut: Defense is established, Sarge!

A tank shell strikes Red Base

Donut: Cancel that Sarge, defenses are destroyed.

Hunter: Simmons! Are you really going to kill are team over the tank thing!?

Grif: Killing our own team, huh? That's cool. Hey listen, how long do you expect this whole crazy thing to last?

Simmons: I'm not crazy, Grif! You just wouldn't listen to me when I said there was a tank! So if I have to blow up this base so be it!

Grif: I listened to you.

Simmons: You told Sarge that there wasn't a tank! THERE IT IS! IT'S A TANK!

Grif: Ohh. You said listen to you, not agree with you. Yeah, I thought that joke was pretty funny, but now Donut's my manager, and... everything kinda sucks now.

Hunter: He cut me off with any alcohol drinks!

Simmons: Well too bad, 'cause this is what you get now, you dumb blue bitch! Red bitch! FUCK! You know what I mean!

Sheila: Firing main cannon.

Sarge: Great sodium chloride, there goes my chemistry set!

Grif: I don't think killing Sarge is much of a punishment for me. Just come back to the base, man! I'll let you boss me around again!

Hunter: Yeah can you try and kill Donut! I want my beer and whiskey back!

Simmons: I don't know... I think you're just telling me what I wanna hear.

Grif: I am, see? it's just like old times! Come on, buddy!

Hunter: Come on where's that kiss ass friend we know!

Simmons: Will you help me clean my armor?

Grif: How 'bout I promise to help you clean it, but then just convince Donut to do it later?

Simmons: Hah, good ol' Grif. Hunter when I'm back I am going to by you a beer.

Hunter: Yes!

Sarge: Simmons! Is that you?

Simmons: Yeah Sarge, but don't worry! We got-

Sarge: Simmons, I can understand you're going crazy and seein' imaginary tanks.

Simmons: THE TANK IS RIGHT THERE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

Sarge: And I can obviously understand why you'd wanna attack your own base.

Simmons: You can?

Sarge: But painting yourself blue?! Dear God man, don't ya have any shame at all?!

Grif: Hey Sarge, you should also note that he missed a couple of spots!

Hunter: Maybe he ran out of paint.

Sarge: Grif! What in Sam Hell are you doin' out there? At least Simmons has the intelligence to formulate a mutinous plan!

Simmons: Thank you, sir! I mean suck it Blue! ...God damn it, I mean Red!

Sarge: But you're a slothful idiot! Treason takes effort. I never expected this from you.

Hunter: You know he's not wrong.

Grif: Ah, up yours.

Sarge: What was that?

Grif: Up yours, sir and up yours, Hunter.

Sarge: That's better!

Hunter: Oh fuck you Grif!

Cut to Eda and Lilith.

Lilith: I'm sorry you have to work with these idiots.

Eda: We'll their not that bad when you get to know them.