Sarge talking to various dirtbags.
Sarge: Okay, listen up dirtbags. If we're gonna invade this fortress, we need a good gameplan. I have got two options we can use.
Cut to a black and white re-enactment of Sarge's plan.
Sarge: Number one, we all run straight at the base in a single file line, screaming at the top of our lungs. The enemy will be so flabbergasted, by the time they have a chance to regroup, we'll already be inside.
Cut back to Sarge and the dirtbags.
Tucker: Oh yeah right, they're not gonna get surprised, they're just gonna start mowing us down.
Sarge: That's the inherent beauty of the single file line. They can only kill the person in front. So if we order from least important to most important, with Tucker being in the front and me being in the back, then we just might make it through.
Simmons: Don't you think Caboose and Specs should be in the back, since They're the one carrying the bomb?
Sarge: Nope, Caboose and Specs are in front of me. We need someone in back who can objectively evaluate how the plan is working.
Meanwhile, with Spectator and Caboose.
Spectator: (Struggling) Caboose! How can you carry this? It's so freaking heavy! AAAA!
Caboose: (Cheerfully) Don't worry, Specy!
Spectator: (In pain) MY ARMS!
With others again...
Tucker: How're you gonna know if it's not working?
Sarge: If Caboose and Specs die, I'll know we're in trouble, and immediately abort.
Caboose: (holding the bomb) I think that's a good plan.
Spectator: I am fine, I am okay. Gwencana...
Grif: Sarge, while that's the most retarded idea I've ever heard, I just wanted to thank you for not putting me in front of the line.
Sarge: Don't get misty, Francine. We'll have already killed you and used your corpse to jam up the windmill.
Ren: (Sighs) Ah jeez.
Cut to a black and white re-enactment of Grif's lifeless corpse riding up on the windmill.
Grif's lifeless corpse: Bleah!!!!!!!!!!!
Cut back to Sarge addressing the audience.
Sarge: I think we can all agree given our current situation, it's the perfect plan.
Nobody responds
Sarge: Okay, well let me tell you about my other plan. Using parts from the Warthog-
Grif: (to Tex) I'm hoping you've got a better idea.
Sarge: (under Grif's line) We build what I like to call "the Grif Cannon."
Grif: Hoh man... (Grif starts walking away slowly)
Sarge: Utilizing the power of the Grif Cannon, we make a Grif-sized hole in the outer wall. ...Or we paint it a very disgusting color.
Cut to O'Malley ranting about something.
O'Malley: Hahaha, fools. They don't stand a chance against us, hahaha. Do they men?
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Red vs Blue (Season Three) | A Courier Guy (Male Oc) (HIATUS)
RandomWhat happened to 404? Why he suddenly become Mercury? Is that his A.I name? The third season of the action-comedy series Red vs. Blue and part of The Blood Gulch Chronicles. The universe is in chaos, and the final hope for humanity is two-thousand y...
