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"Damn, Sarge is frickin' heavy." Church says. "Hey, blue guy! Where'd you go? I need some help."

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Ash is on the ground next to Grif as Simmons is talking to Donut. "Listen Donut, Church thinks I'm a blue guy. So whatever you do, just pretend like you don't know me."

"I don't know you." Donut states.

"Yeah, just like that! Good job."

"No, I'm serious. I have no idea who you are."

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"Okay, stop practicing, here he comes." Simmons says.

"So does that mean you're not going to tell me who you are?" Donut asks.

"Okay, that's a little too far. No one's going to buy that.

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"You know I could have used some help, new guy." Church says. "Thanks."

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Simmons speaks with a gruff voice. "I was just securing the prisoner. Which is interesting considering I have never met him before."

"Why is that interesting?" Church asks.

Simmons continues to speak in a Gruff voice. "I don't know."

"Something wrong with your voice?"

Simmons then speaks in his normal voice. "Well I was just disguising it so the prisoner wouldn't think he knew me."

Donut looks at Simmons. "What?"

"But he doesn't, do you prisoner?" 

"Uhhhmm... No?" Donut says.

"Right...." Then he whispers to Donut. "Good hob Donut."

"Wait, is this some really weird from of torture?"

Church speaks up. "Ok, well, help me load these guys in the Jeep before they wake up."

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"Ok. Donut, grab the ankles." Simmons says.

"Okie Dokie!" Donut says. "How's this?"

"Sarge's ankles, Donut!"

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"Ok, Donut, wait until we're gone and then you can wake them up." Church says to Donut.

"Well, what do I tell them?" Donut asks.

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"I don't care." Church starts. "Tell them you busted in and rescued him, get yourself a medal. You deserve it."

"I always did want to be a hero." Donut says. "And a liar!"

"Well, then it's your lucky day."

"Don't you want anything?"

"Like what?" Church asks.

"Well, every time some surrenders they take something. Like when we took the medic and you guys took Grif's dignity. "

"Yeah, like that ever existed." Simmons says. "Uh... I mean, which one was Grif? Is he the yellow one?"

"And this time you guys don't want anything?" Donut asks.

"Well, technically you're not surrendering. This is what we call in the military, a total ass kicking." Church explains. "Oh, and also, we're taking your car."

"What?!" Donut shouts. "You're leaving us out here, without any transportation? We'll die!"

"Die of what?"

"Exposure! We're stranded! This is murder!" Donut shouts.

"You're base is right there, I can see it!"

"You may as well just feed us to the buzzards, right now!"

"You could've walked back to the base in the time we've been discussing this!" Church explains.

"Go, just sign our death warrants!"

Sarge groans. "What's going on?"

Church looks to Simmons. "Hey, take care of that guy.

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Simmons walks up to Sarge and whispers. "Sorry about this Sarge, but you look at it this way. You were right, this does hurt you more than me."

"Is that you Simmons?" Sarge asks, but Simmons hits him on the head with his gun. "Oh, knocked out again!"

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