Fade in to the canyon where Tucker and Shawn are seen doing squats. Washington watches them.
Tucker: Sixty! Sixty-One! Sixty-Two! Sixty-Three! Sixty-Four! Sixty-Five! Sixty-Six! Sixty-Seven! Sixty-Eight! Sixty-Nine...
Shawn: Seventy!
Shawn stops as they look at Tucker who's still on the ground.
Washington: Tucker, you can't keep stopping on Sixty-Nine.
Tucker: No! This time, my legs went out.
Washington: (sighs) Come on.
Washington grabs his arm and yanks him up.
Tucker: Ohhoh, Holy Christ! I haven't been this sore since that bachelorette party on Bourbon Street.
Shawn: Gross.
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.
Shawn: Mhm.
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.
Shawn: Ha!
Tucker: Hey, that's funny! You should try comedy Wash. Why make one person miserable, when you can work over an entire room?
Washington claps his hands together as he looked Him with a annoyed smile.
Washington: Alright! Time for sprints.
Tucker: Screw you!
Washington puts his hands down and looks at Tucker.
Washington: I want five laps around the canyon.
Tucker: Die in a fire.
Washington: Six laps, around the canyon!
Shawn: Tucker stop!
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.
Tucker: Oh...
Shawn: That poor boy.
Cut to the Red base interior. Sarge walks down a ramp and speaks to Grif, Thea and Simmons
Sarge: Men! And Lady. 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?
Thea: Ha!
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 (female OC) season 11
FanfictionThe reds and blues are shipped wrecked on a mysterious planet and Carolina and Epsilon are gone. Washington is trying his best to make sure they survive by taking charge and making sure everyone is calm but when your surround by idiots and the only...
