Ken: Okay, we got hostiles at about twenty meters.
Rogue Jedi: Confirm that, they haven't seen us yet.
Ken: Hold your fire, wait for team two to get into position.
Impediment: Holding.
Ken:...
Ken: Vinny, what the f*ck? Get out of the open, you're visible!
Vinny: Shit, sorry. Gotta tie up the old shoelace, you know.
Ken: Why didn't you stick to Velcro like command told you?
Vinny: Velcro is for babies.
Impediment: Perfect for you then, hahahaha!
*snickering is heard* (please log in to view the image)
Ken: Get under cover, now.
Vinny: One sec.
*two single shots are fired, followed by the clatter of automatic fire*
Vinny: AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHH! HIT! HIT!
Rogue Jedi: Jesus Christ!
Impediment: F*cking hell!
Ken: Vinny, you idiot! Someone get him!
Impediment: Negative, too much supressing fire!
Rogue Jedi: Ken, give me a smoke grenade, I'll run out and drag him here.
*grenade is tossed*
Ken: Oops.
Impediment: Shit! Cover!
Rogue Jedi: The f***ing canisters are antipersonnel! The round ones are smokes!
*loud explosion*
Vinny: *wailing piteously*
*another grenade is tossed and smoke starts billowing.*
Rogue Jedi: Alright, Vinny, you're gonna be just fine, lemme get out a bandage.
Vinny: Uaaaaghhh, I'm gonna die!!
Ken: Team two, it's Ken, how you guys getting along?
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Da Moose: Yeah, we're good. Slow progress but stable so far, what about you?
Ken: Vinny got shot, but he seems to be o -
Da Moose: Hahahahaha!
Mist: Moose, what are you laughing at?
Moose: Vinny got shot.
Mist: HAHAHAHAHA!
Maynard: HAHAHAHAHA!
Bardock: HAHAHAHAHA!
Vinny: *wailing over mic* That's not funny!
Mist: You know what's funny, Vinny? I bet Lethal you'd get shot! She owes me $4!
Moose: You what? Lemme pay her tab.
Mist: Whatcha gonna do, Moose, pay for a lady and get her good and mad for thinking she's helpless?
Moose: Whatcha gonna do, Michael, not pay for a lady and get her good and mad for being grossly inconsiderate?
*loud silence*
Bardock: Guys, cool, it, we got hostiles. (please log in to view the image)
Mist: Guys, hang on.
Moose: What now?
Mist: I have to shat on a tree.
Moose: What?!
Bardock: Oh, for the love of God.
Maynard: Jesus Christ!
Moose: Again? You took some laxatives before we left.
Mist: Guys, I'm serious, if I don't go now I'll just drop my combat fatigues and drop a big steaming lo -