Simmons, Grif, Ash, and Donut are seen standing on Red Base while Lopez and Sarge stand on the ground as an earthquake happens.

Lopez: Estos terremotos parecen estar empeorando.[These earthquakes seem to be getting worse.]

Sarge: Good point, Lopez. I don't understand what you said, but you presented it in such a confident manner that it must be right.

Grif: Man, that new robot really seems to be fitting in around here.

"Yeah, I noticed..." Simmons says.

"He's pretty popular." Grif says.

"Awesome."

Donut speaks up. "Yeah, even though no one understands him, people seem to really want to get past the rough, robotic exterior and get to know the inner Lopez."

"Sooo happy for him." Simmons says.

"He adds great culture to this unit." Ash says.

"Yaaaaay."

Donut:  Wait. Was that sarcasm?

Grif: Yeah, dude. I have to admit, that was off the charts even for my sarcastic meter.

Lopez: He notado un patrón en la actividad sísmica. Requiere mayor estudio.[I have noticed a pattern in the seismic activity. It needs further study.]

Sarge: Hahaha! Oh, good one Lopez! Man, you are a riot.

Lopez: No, usted no me entiende.[No, you don't understand me.]

Grif: Ha ha! Man, all that and the guy's a comedian. God, I wish my sidekick could be funny like that. What's your problem, Simmons?

"What?" Simmons asks. "You don't even know what he said, how could it be funny?"

Grif: Whatever. I guess you just had to be there.

Simmons: I was right here!

Lopez: Deja de reírte. Requiero acceso a los siguientes equipos: Sismógrafo, Sismógrafo avanzado...[Stop laughing. I need access to the following equipment: Seismograph, Advanced Seismograph...]

Sarge: All right, nice chatting with you, Lopez. Now, enough jokes. Get back to work polishing stuff. The stuff's not going to polish itself, you know?

Lopez: Todo el mundo aquí está en peligro. Tienes que escucharme.[Everyone here is in danger. You need to listen to me.] (Walks torwards the base)

Sarge: Haha! Well, okay, one last joke. But, that was it. Now seriously, back to work.

Donut: Hahaha! I just got that one, too. Boy, he really makes you think.

Grif: It's like he's saying what we're all thinking, but in Spanish.

Simmons: You guys are idiots. I'll show you who's likable and funny. And who people like. (Walks away)

Donut: Huh? What's wrong with Simmons?

Grif: Huh? Oh, I don't care. Hey, Donut! Let's go hang out with Lopez!

Donut: Great idea!

"I like that idea!" Ash says.

Simmons: (At the bottom of the ramp) I'll show them. Yeah, I'll show them good.

Cut to outside of Blue Base with Church, Tucker and Caboose

Church: Okay, okay. It's like when a computer tries to solve a problem. Do you know what recursion is?

Caboose: Yeah, I love that movie.

Church: No, no, it's like-It's like a thing where a computer tries a number of different iterations to solve a problem then when it gets to the end it returns all those solutions back up the line to the first iteration and then it has its solution. Does that make sense?

Tucker: You're saying you're a computer.

Church: No, no, no, no. Actually-well, actually, yes. Yeah, sort of. I'm actually-I am a computer-kind of. I'm a computer program.

Tucker: But your foot was bleeding.

Caboose: And your breath kind of stinks. You know, I-I wasn't going to say anything before, but since we're all telling the truth about each other-

Tucker: Caboose, you're an idiot.

Caboose: Well, I didn't realize how much words could hurt until it was my turn. I don't think I want to play this honesty game anymore.

Church: I-I'm a real person in here because this is all constructed by memories of the person that I'm based on. Same as me. I'm all the memories of that guy.

Tucker: Who is that?

Church: It's another program called Alpha, who was kind of a dick. And he was based on a guy named The Director, who was also kind of a dick.

Tucker: Well, I can see you're continuing a grand tradition.

Church: (sarcastically) Yeah, I'm very proud.

Tucker: It's quite a lineage.

Caboose: I grew up on a moon.

Church and Tucker: (In unison) Nobody cares!

Caboose: You're all just jealous.

Tucker: And this girl who's coming is that original guy's girlfriend?

Church: Yeah, I think. I don't remember exactly.

Tucker: I thought you were that guy's memory!

Church: No, I'm the other guy's memory: the middle one.

Caboose: Did he have a girlfriend?

Church: No. Wait. Ye-Maybe.

Tucker: Dude, I don't know how any of you got any girlfriends, spouting all this sci-fi bullshit. You guys ever talk about football for God's sake?

Church: Look, I just know I'm supposed to meet this girl and I'm supposed to fall in love.

Caboose: Uh-huh. And then what happens?

Church: I don't know! We-we do whatever people do when they fall in love.

Caboose: I'm asking you a specific question. You should give me a specific answer.

Church: Are you taking notes?

Caboose: No. Maybe.

Church: My job is to solve this problem or pass it along. That's it.

Tucker: So, you follow this girl down through the levels of the memory iterations and you basically try to figure out how to make things work. Even though she doesn't like you?

Church: She likes me. She's just, you know-

Caboose: Mean.

Church: Yeah, thanks Caboose. She's mean.

Caboose: Yeah, that was an easy guess. You know, 'cause all girls are pretty much mean.

Tucker: Can I just say, this might be the creepiest stalker scenario I've ever heard. And I've made a few myself.

Church: What?

Tucker: You chase a dead girl through a memory and every time she escapes you, you either follow her down to the next set of memories or resurrect her in some way. Only to do it all over again!

Church: That's not stalker-ish. That's romantic!

Tucker: You know what the difference between stalking and romance is? Romance happens in movies. In real life, it's called stalking.

Caboose: Well, maybe all of this is happening inside of a movie! (A hissing sound starts and a grenade is shown to be in between the trio)

Tucker: Psh. Oh, please. Who the fuck would watch that movie? All we ever do is stand around and talk. Hey, you dropped a grenade.

Church: That's not mine. Caboose, pick that up.

Caboose: I'm not allowed to carry grenades, remember? Because of that one exploding time? Which was no one's fault.

Church: Well, I didn't drop it. Tucker, count yours.

Tucker: I have a read-out on my helmet, dummy. I don't need to count.

Church: Oh, right. Well, it has to be somebody's.

Tucker: (Short pause) Fuck. Somebody threw a grenade at us, didn't they?

Church: Yeah, we probably should have figured that out sooner, right?

Grenade explodes as the Blues scream

Cut to Washington walking down a hallway in the Mother of Invention. As Washington walks by North Dakota and Minnesota follow him.

North Dakota: Hey, Wash! Wait up! Listen, We heard you had a meeting with Internals.

"Oh, you did?" Wash asks to two.

"Yeah, do you mind if I ask what it was about?" North asks.

"Hm, not really supposed to talk about that."

"Come on." Minne says. "Even if I say 'pretty please'?"

"No." Wash says.

"Help me out here, I'm still getting heat about using equipment in the field." North says.

North and Minne stop.

"You did?" Wash asks. "Really? Without a pipeline back to the command server?"

"Well, if he didn't we wouldn't be standing here." Minne says. "It was a big problem."

"Let me guess, is North related to the problem?" Wash asks.

"Ok, now I don't want to talk about it." North says.

They continue walking.

"Equipment in the field, don't forget what happened to Utah during training." Wash starts. "You're lucky it didn't kill you."

Minne shivers. 

"If I was lucky, I wouldn't have needed to use it at all." North says.

"Well you can relax, Internals didn't ask about you, it was something else." Wash says. A soldier runs by. "Lots of questions about the insurrections and transmissions coming out of our--" More soldiers run by and one runs into Wash.

Soldier: Sorry sir!

Washington: Hey, what's going on? Soldier, where is everyone running?

Soldier: (Pointing down the hall) New agent squaring off against Maine, Wyoming, and York on the training room floor. We're going to watch! Hey guys, wait up! (Leaves)

"Three on one?" North asks.

"I gotta see this!" Wash says.

"I feel bad for the one." Minne says.

Cut to a training room as Maine, Wyoming and York run towards the agent with staffs

Computer voice: Five, four, three, two, one: Round begin.

Maine, Wyoming and York are knocked down to the ground by the agent's staff, revealing the agent to be none other than Tex.

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