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The episode begins and it's called: "Red Gets a Delivery"
Pan out on Grif and Simmons, who are approaching another Red soldier (Sarge) clad in red armor.
Sarge: Hurry up, ladies. This ain't no ice cream social.
Simmons: Ice cream social?
Simmons and Grif exchange looks.
"Mmm, Ice cream is delicious." said Charon.
"I kinda want some ice cream." said Flower, wanting some frosted sweet.
"The only, Ice cream that I taste was the bland ones in the Backstreet." said Roland in disgust, recalling the flavor.
"I agree with you, on that one." said Ezra.
"Um, what does Ice cream have to do now?" asked Sinclair in confusion.
Cut to Sarge.
Sarge: Stop the pillow talk, you two. Anyone want to guess why I gathered you here today?
Grif: Uh, is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?
"That's not gonna happen anytime soon, Grif." said Gregor, being a former soldier.
Hokma nods at what Gregor said, "War's not easily be done."
Sarge: (Sarcastically) That's exactly it, Private. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero and we're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float, and Simmons here IS IN CHARGE OF CONFETTI!
"Someone's sarcastic." said Heathcliff, with a chuckle.
"It's a reasonable response of a sergeant to those, who are impractical to combat." said Outis, understanding Sarge.
Grif: I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir.
Sarge: Goddamn it, Private! Shut your mouth or else I'll have Simmons slit your throat while you're asleep!
"God! That seems brutal!" said Taii, taken back by what Sarge said.
"The way he speaks seems like, he doesn't like Grif very much." said Faust.
Simmons: Oh I'd do it, too.
This surprised them again.
"That sounds horrible." said Hod, covering her mouth.
Sarge: I know you would, Simmons. Good man. (brief pause) Couple of things today, ladies. Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Blood Gulch Outpost Number One.
Grif: Crap. We're getting a rookie.
"They're getting a new recruit?" asked Finn in surprise.
"Heh, do you think it's that one soldier named: 'Donut'?" asked Rodya, chuckling softly.
"I bet it is." said Hong-Lu in amusement.
Sarge: That's right, dead man. Our new recruit will be here within the week, but today we received the first part of our shipment from Command.
Grif and Simmons exchange looks again.
Sarge turns towards a hill behind them.
Sarge: Lopez, bring up the vehicle.
A large, armor-plated, jeep-like vehicle comes over the rise with Lopez in the driver seat, who pulls up along side the Reds.
"Woah!!!" said all of them seeing the weaponized vehicle.
"It's the weaponized car, that Sir Grif used in the intro!" exclaimed Don.
"Now that's a weapon." complimented Roland with a whistle.
"If that exist in the City, it would cost like thousands of money." said Chesed.
"And can only be used by proper military personnel." said Moses.
"Wish, I can use it." muttered Ezra quietly, thinking if she had that weapon it would be easy for their job.
Simmons: Shotgun!
Grif: Shotgun! (realizes he is too late) Fuck.
"Too late, orange~" teased Rodya.
Sarge: May I introduce our new, light reconnaissance vehicle.
Camera closes in on the front of the vehicle and starts to move left, circling it.
Sarge: It has four inch armor plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen, this is the M12 LRV! I like to call it the Warthog.
YuRia was ecstatic hearing the mods within that weaponized car.
"I wish I was there to study it!" thought the bear.
"People in the City, will pay buttloads of cash if they wanted that vehicle." said Roland.
"Wings and Syndicates, will stop at nothing if they have it." said Vespa.
"That is if they don't abuse it much and ruined its interior." said Yi-Sang.
Cut to Grif and Simmons.
Simmons: Why Warthog, sir?
Cut to Sarge.
Sarge: Because M12 LRV is too hard to say in conversation, son.
Cut to Grif.
Grif: I know, but why Warthog? I mean, it doesn't really look like a pig.
"Um, it kinda does, since it has those horns in front of it." said Sinclair.
Sarge: (after a brief pause) Say that again.
Grif: I think it looks more like a puma.
Sarge: What in Sam Hell is a puma?
Simmons: Uh, you mean like the shoe company?
"They don't know know what a puma is?" asked Ella.
"Either, he's living in a rock or was completely blind-sighted by what's happening in the world, their world to be precise." said Yesod.
"Such a blind man." said Binah.
Grif: No, like a puma. It's a big cat, like a lion.
Sarge: You're making that up.
Grif: I'm telling you, it's a real animal!
"He's right you know, it is an actual animal." said Taii.
"How does his mind messed up, not knowing what a puma is?" asked Yesod.
"Just a deranged, sergeant." said Tiphereth shaking her head.
Sarge: Simmons, I want you to poison Grif's next meal.
Simmons: Yes, sir!
"And I thought human meat in restaurants is worst." commented Ezra.
"Disgusting, almost reminds me of those cannibalistic chefs." said Angela, closing her eyes in disgust.
Meanwhile, at a certain cannibalistic restaurant, a woman with white hair and a man with black hair sneezed for some reason. They shrugged before they continued on preparing some 'human' meals.
Sarge: (pointing at the front of the Warthog) Look, see these two tow hooks? They look like tusks, and what kind of animal has tusks?
Cut to Grif.
Grif: A walrus.
Sarge: Didn't I just tell you to stop making up animals?!
"He's not making it up! It's an actual animal!" said Sinclair.
"Wow, he doesn't even know what a walrus is..." said Gebura shaking her head.
"What an idiotic fool." said Vergilius, sighing. How is this 'Sarge' person became a sergeant in the first place?
"It's such a common animal, you know." said Hong-Lu.
"Well for you rich folks that is..." said Roland, the only animals that he knows are the Distortions.
The world 'animal's, reminded Angela of R Corp's special forces.
Cut to a view of the Reds through the sniper rifle scope.
Cut to Church, wielding the rifle, and Tucker, wielding a M6D pistol.
"And the Blue team is now aware of their weapon." said Malkuth, knowing things will get crazy.
Tucker: What is that thing?
Church lowers the rifle.
Church: I don't know, man. Looks like uh.. looks like they've got some sorta car down there. We'd better get back to base and report it.
Tucker: (taken aback) A car? How come they get a car?!
Church: What are you complaining about, man? We're about to get a tank in the very next drop.
"Tank? Do they mean the one that is called 'Sheila'?" asked Rodya.
"Possible, I'm curious when it's gonna appear." said Gregor.
"Charon thinks, crazy stuff will happen when the tank arrives." said Charon.
Tucker: (disappointed) You can't pick up chicks in a tank.
Tiphereth and Ishmael scoffed in annoyance, when Tucker said that.
"Oh god, Tucker's one of those guys." thought Ishmael.
Church: Oh, you know what? You could bitch about anything couldn't you? We're going to get a tank, and you're worried about chicks. What chicks are we gonna pick up, man? And secondly, how are you gonna pick up chicks in a car that looks like that?
"Yeah, I mean there are no chicks in the canyon, just a bunch of idiots whining about animals or cars!" said Heathcliff.
Tucker: (sighs) What kind of car is it?
Church: (looking through the scope of the sniper rifle) I dunno, I've never seen a car like that before. It looks like a... uh... like a big cat of some kind.
Tucker: ...What, like a puma?
Church: Yeah, man, there you go.
"At least, the Blue team knows what a puma is..." said Sinclair.
"So basically the Red team are brainless, while the Blue team are slightly smart." said Dante.
"You could say that, clockman." said YuRia, agreeing with him.
Cut to Red Team.
Sarge: So unless anybody has anymore mythical creatures to suggest as a name for the new vehicle, we're going to stick with the Warthog. How about it, Grif?
Grif: No, sir. No more suggestions.
Sarge: Are you sure? How 'bout Bigfoot?
"What's Bigfoot?" asked Malkuth curiously.
"It could be a monster in their world, their own version of an Abnormality." guessed Roland.
"What kind of monster that's called Bigfoot? Is it a man with large feet, stomping everyone?" joked Gregor.
This brought a few chuckles, around everyone minus a few.
"Heh, nice one." said Netzach.
Grif: It's okay.
Sarge: Unicorn?
Grif: No really. Uh, I'm cool.
Sarge: Sasquatch?
Simmons: Leprechaun?
"Those are some strange names for those creatures." said Dante.
"Charon is curious about the one called, a 'Unicorn'." said Charon.
Grif: Hey, he doesn't need any help, man.
Sarge: Phoenix?
Grif: (sighs) Christ.
Fade to black.
Sarge: Hey Simmons, what's the name of that Mexican lizard? Eats all the goats.
Simmons: Uh, that would be the Chupacabra, sir.
"Hmm, a chuparcabra..." said Yi-Sang, for some got interested in it.
Sarge: Hey Grif, Chupathingy! How about that? I like it. Gotta ring to it.
"Eh, it sounds to mouthful." said Ezra, not liking it.
"Excuse me, sir voice! Can I be asked a question?" called out Don.
Things are silent...
"Yes?" asked their mysterious captor.
"Can you tell us more about those creatures, that Sir Grif mentioned?" said the blonde girl, curiously.
"Sure, why are you interested in it?"
"I just wanted to know, what they're like and how they different from the monsters we faced."
"Faust is also curious to know about it too." said Faust
"Very well, then..."
To be continued...
(A/N): Not sure, if people in the City are aware of mythological creatures like Bigfoot or Nessie. And I think that animals can be found in the Nests and maybe in the Backstreets(although a poor Zoo to be precise).