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"OKay, listen, guys, do you want important information about the war or don't you?"

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Grif speaks up. "I don't know man, this is a pretty exclusive club we got here. If we let one blue guy in, we might have to let the next one in. AND the next one! And then there goes the neighborhood."

"Yeah, pretty soon we'll have to let in women." Donut says. "And who wants them!"

"Yeah, then we'd be talking about interior decorating and reality TV shows all day. No thanks." 

Donut looks at Grif. "Grif, you kinda ruined my point when you just mentioned the good stuff!"

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"I'm sure the Blues are using the information right now to plot an attack against us!"

"Well you can forget it." Grif says. "You heard Sarge, there's no way we're letting you in the base dressed like that!"

"Seriously, the blue and red thing is SO last year." Donut states.

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"well how about this?" Simmons asks.

"How did you change so fast?" Grif asks.

"I've always been a fast changer. I'm very shy."

"Is that why you wear your underwear in the shower too?"

"I also never use the bathroom at the base! Only at home."

"Dude, we've been stationed here for like three years!"

"Yeah... It's gonna be a very eventful homecoming."

Ash walks up next to Grif and Donut and he's holding a sniper.

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"Hey, Ash." Simmons says. "How's it going?"

Ash reloads his sniper rifle. "High Velocity Armor piercing."

"What?" Simmons asks a little scared.

"It'll take the hat off a soldier at 2,000 yards." Ash aims the sniper at Simmons. "And they ain't cheep."

"What's going on?!" Simmons yells.

"Yeah, you blow up a weapon he actually managed to build without him blowing it up." Grif says. "So he's pretty pissed."

"You wouldn't actually shoot me, right Ash?" Simmons asks Ash, but he doesn't respond. "Ash?"

"I would start running." Grif says.

"Oh, fuck!" Simmons runs away.

Gunshots ring out.

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