TexBot9000: You have no idea what kind of trouble you are in.
Carolina: Alright. Me first.
Church: WATCH YOUR LEFT!
Church: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Church: WATCH OUT!
Carolina: Could you be a little more specific?!
Church: Yeah, uh, sorry Carolina, but seeing this many ex-girlfriends in one room kinda has me terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
Carolina: WELL SNAP OUT OF IT! I NEED YOU!
Church: Need me for- WAOOOOOOOH
Carolina: CHURCH!
Church: Right, right!!
Church: Carolina, I don't think I can do this for much longer!
Carolina: Just hold on!
Church: Seriously! You need to slow down!
Carolina: NO!! I CAN DO THIS!
Church: CAROLINA!
*Flashback* Wash: She really wants to win.
Church: Carolina! Stop!
*Flashback* York: She doesn't know how to stop.
Church: CAROLINA! CALM DOWN!
*Flashback* South: Real hero Carolina.
Church: GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!
*Flashback* North: Shes always been like that.
*Flashback* Tex: You can't win, Carolina.
Church: Come on. GET UP.
Carolina: She was right...
I can't do this...
I can't beat her...
I could never beat her...
TexBot9000: B-b-better luck next time C-Carolina
Donut: NINE POINTS, YOU DIRTY WHORES.
Wash: Get up.
Carolina: What are you doing here?
Wash: I told you they're not so bad once you get too know 'em.
Church: Well, I thought this wasn't your fight.
Sarge: Come on, overwhelming odds with little to no chance of success? How could we resist?
Tucker: You got a problem with that, Church?
Church: Guys, I'm an asshole. I admit it and I will gladly accept any and all smart-ass remarks after this is over.
But I would like to point out the fact that we are in a room filled with crazy Freelancer robots...
That are ready to completely and utterly fuck our shit up.
Tucker: So... cheesy forgiveness speech later?
Sarge: Yeah. That sounds good.
Carolina: Lock and load, people!
Church: Caboose, I need you to get a little angry, okay buddy?
Caboose: Okay... Yeah, I don't remember how to do that.
Church: I do.
Caboose: My name is Michael J. Caboose.
And I...
Hate...
TAXES!
Grif: It's "Texas", you idiot!
Caboose: That too!
Wash: Come on, everyone! Now's our chance!
Sarge: For our ancestors' ancestors! ATTACK!
Sarge: Donut, look out!
Donut: Oh no! *screams*
Wash: Okay, we're done here.
Grif: OW!
Not again!
Tucker: Oh, come on! You had to see that coming.
Simmons: It's not working! There are too many of them!
Wash: Epsilon, do you remember how the Alpha was able to stop the Meta?
Church: Yeah, but that was one guy. Not a hundred.
Wash: There's only one Tex. And Church... Nobody knows her like you.
Church: Alright, stand back everybody. This is gonna be a little... personal
Church: Hey there.
Tex: Huh?
Who the hell are you?
Church: You don't... you don't know me?
Tex: Oh. I'm-I'm sorry. I'm just really tired and.. I'm really tired.
Um. My-my name's *sigh*
Church: Your name is Alison. You're Tex.
Tex: Right. Right. Tex. That's me.
And you're?
Church: Lets just say we... we used to be close.
Tex: Oh. Okay.
Church: I need you to rest now, Tex.
Tex: Oh, rest. Heh... I'd like that.
Church: I thought you might.
Uh, look, I have to go now, but... you just rest, okay?
Goodbye
Tex: Weird. I don't know why, but I hate goodbyes.
Church: I know why.
*sigh* Goodbye.
Grif: Uh, you know, you could have done that before I got punched in the nuts by 20 of them at once.
Tucker: Yeah, but where's the fun in that?
Sarge: Nice going there, Church. I guess sometimes little fairies really do make wishes come true.
Donut: I could have told you that!
Simmons: So... I guess our work here is done?
Wash: There's still the Director.
Church: No.
What comes next...
Carolina and I need to do alone.
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Not that I NEED friends *nervous laughter* PLEASE DON'T GO.