[Caboose enters the tank's cockpit, and the engine starts]
SSheila
Hello, and thank you for activating the M8O8V main battle tank. You may call me Sheila.
(nervously) Hello... Sheila... big tank lady...
SSheila
Would you like me to run the tutorial program?
Oh that'd be very nice. Thank you!
SSheila
Tutorial program activated. This program is intended to instruct non-certified personnel in the use of this Scorpion-class tank. Let's begin with some driving.
[Caboose, learning how to drive the tank, has rammed it against a rock with most of the treads off the ground]
SSheila
Now that you've mastered driving the M8O8V, let's move on to some of the safety features.
No! No, wait, go back! Why are there six pedals if there are only four directions?
[A large shadow flies over the Red Base]
Hey, Caboose, you might wanna get out of the tank like right now!
I can't figure out how to GET THIS THING OPEN!
SSheila
Night vision engaged.
[Line of explosions approach the tank as Caboose is talking]
(desperate) Ok... open the... ok... uh, Sheila will you please open the door?
SSheila
Driver canopy open. Thank you for using the M808V Main Battle T-
[Caboose escapes as Sheila is hit by an air strike, blasting her upside down]
Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!! Running, running, running! Man... That was close.
Look at your tank though.
SSheila
[in a fading voice, referencing 2001: A Space Odyssey] I'm scared Dave. Will I dream? Daaaivvvvy... Daaaivvvvvy...
(screaming) SHEEEEIIIIIILLLLLLLAAAAAAA!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
What? No! Sheila! Sheila! Wait, who's Sheila?
(devastated) Shiela's the lady in the tank. She was my friend.
Oh, dude! I knew you could pick up chicks in a tank!
[Tucker is riding in Sheila, trying to get her to stop]
Oh my God. I can't believe Caboose is smart enough to drive this thing and I'm not. Sheila, how the fuck do I slow you down?
SSheila
Retard, the throttle.
What throttle? This throttle?
SSheila
Retard, the controller.
You mean this thing? What are you talking about? I'm so confused.
SSheila
The controller, retard.
Hey, that's kind of insulting.
SSheila
Retard. Retard. Retard.
Oh, come on, now you're just being mean.
SSheila
Retard. Retard. Retard. Retard. [short pause]Retard.
SSheila
Target locked. [Fires main cannon]
Hey, what are you guys doing up here? [Several gunshots are aimed by Future Church to get Donut's head but he misses every time]
FCFuture Church
OH MY GOD! How the hell did I miss?!
That chick with black armor is back.
What chick? You mean the chick that stuck the gernade to my head? [Church misses again]
FCFuture Church
God damn it!
Oooh, oh I've been waiting for this. [Donut runs over to the edge of the base that faces Tex.] HEY BITCH, REMEMBER ME?! I SAVED SOMETHING FOR YA! [Donut throws a sticky grenade at Tex. Everybody watches the grenade fly slowly threw the sky while Future Church tries to shoot it down but misses every shot.]
FCFuture Church
FUCK. THIS. HORSE. SHIT!
Man, that girl has a really good arm.
[The gernade land on her] Aw, crap.
FCFuture Church
Alright, that's it. I quit. I'm going to go live in a cave. [Church runs toward the caves. And Tex blows up.]
[Simmons is trying to make the Red Team jealous]
[to himself] Is that Simmons? [to Simmons who is standing on the cliff] Hey Simmons, why are you painted blue? Have you finally lost it?
This isn't working, they don't care. Sheila just shoot at them.
SSheila
Firing main cannon. [Sheila fires at the Red Base]
[Simmons has Sheila attack the Red base]
SSheila
Firing main cannon.
Yeahah, take that! Suck it Blue- I mean Red! Suck it, Blue-uh, damn! Red! God, this is harder than I thought...
Hey Simmons, what the hell are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing, I'm attacking the Blue base—I mean, the Red base! Fuck!
And last is the orange one, that's Grif. He's really lazy and really annoying.
But, at least he's smart. In fact, I think he might the smartest one of the bunch.
You mean smarter than all of the ones there now.
No, I mean all of them put together, man. There's this other guy who hangs around, in maroon armour... Well, I haven't seen him in a while, but he's a freakin' know-it-all, man. He acts like he's smart, but he's really not.
Yeah, he walks around like he owns the place... Yeah, y'know, but nobody listens to him, and they always make fun of him behind his back.
Simmons (a slight quiver in his voice): What do they say?
Oh, just how he's not good at stuff, and how he's dumb, and how the stuff he likes is dumb, and also how he's not as attractive as other people are...
Simmons (starting to cry): (sniff) Yeah, he sounds like a real jerk...
Simmons (off-screen; on the verge of tears): I have to use the bathroom...
Well, hurry up, man, I have to finish orientation before you have to make me dinner.
SSheila
...You do know that's Simmons, right?
Donut, it's me. (dressed in blue)
Oh, right, you. What do you want?
I want to talk to Sarge, I just found out some info. Wait, why am I answering your questions?
I said hold it. (points gun at Simmons)
What's your problem, Donut?
Sarge told me to not to let anyone in the base. And I'm pretty sure "anyone" includes the enemy.
Oh please, you're dressed in blue. FYI there's kind of a theme around here. You're blue, I'm red.
OK, OK, I only dressed like this to trick the Blues.
You knocked Sarge out, twice.
Once again Donut, to fool the Blues. And to work out some unresolved issues with father figures. But look, just go ask Sarge, he knows it's me. Hell, even Grif knows it's me.
Oh sure, Everyone knows who you are but me.
No, the Blues don't know either.
Hey Shelia, where'd that Simmons guy go that was spying on us?
SSheila
I don't know. Why don't you go ask the new jeep.
There's an enemy trying to get into the base.
Oh, Simmons, Why didn't you tell me it was you?
Donut, I did tell you it was me.
Well you didn't say it was you, you just kept saying "I'm me".
But you didn't say you were you. If you had said you were you instead of "I'm me", I would have known you were you. You just kept saying you were me.
And thus ends another meeting of the pronoun club. Same time next week everybody.
Well now that we have that straightened out, I have some important information.
I don't want to hear it, Blue.
What, this is valuable information about the war.
There is no such thing as valuable information, from a traitor!
But sir, I only did that because no one would believe me about the tank.
Sarge, Simmons has issues with his father that he displaces on you.
No Donut, that's why I punched Sarge in the face. I left the base because I wasn't fulfilling my undying need to please other people.
Alright, enough! The next person who tells me about Simmons' feelings is getting court-martialled
Simmons likes to go in the bathroom and cry while he punches the mirror... Well, I'll go pack my bags. Nice working with you guys. Good luck with the Blues. It's been real.