Tucker: Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that the guy that showed up here, scared the living shit out of us, shot at Caboose, and beat the hell out of the Reds wasn’t a guy at all? That he was a chick? And on top of that, she was your ex-girlfriend? Church: In a nutshell, yes. That’s an excellent summary. Caboose: I should have known. She didn’t like me. Girls NEVER like me. Tucker: Caboose, I don’t think anybody likes you. Caboose: I like me. Tucker: I don’t think I’ve seen a girl that mean before. Are you sure she’s a chick? And not a guy? Or like… …part guy, part shark? Church: I’m pretty sure I would know if Tex was a guy. And I’m definitely sure I would know if she was part shark. Caboose: Wait, wait, wait… If she’s a girl, then why is she named Tex? Church: Uh… Because she’s from Texas. Trust me, it makes sense. And you can’t blame her for being so aggressive. It’s not entirely her fault to begin with. Tucker: Right. You should blame God First he makes hangovers, and now, half-woman, half-sharks that won’t even sleep with me. Thanks for nothing, God! Church: Will you shut up with that? She got recruited into some kind of weird experimental program back during basic, where they infused her armor with this really aggressive A.I. I’m not really sure how it all works, but all I know is it made her meaner and tougher than hell. Caboose: [thoughtfully] A.I. What’s the A stand for? Church: Artificial. Caboose: What’s the I-?
Church: Intelligence. Caboose: Ohhhhhhhhh… …what was the A again? Church: Let’s move on. Tucker: So… the military put this program in her head, and that program made her a killer, but underneath it all she’s really just a sweet, down-home girl? Church: Oh, hell no. She’s always been a rotten bitch. It’s just now she’s a rotten bitch with cybernetic enhancements. Tucker: Wow. Sounds like you really won the lottery with that one. Good catch there, buddy. She’s a keeper. Church: So how are you doing, Caboose? Are you following any of this whatsoever? Caboose: I think so. That guy Tex… is really a robot… and you’re his boyfriend. So that makes you… a gay robot. Church: Yeah. That’s right. I’m a gay robot. Grif: So. You’re a girl, huh? Simmons: Just ignore him. That’s what I do. Grif: Not so tough now that we unloaded your weapon, are ya? Tex: Hey, punk. I don’t need a weapon to kill you. Grif: Yeah, right. What’re you gonna do, punch me? Ahh! Not in the face! Church: Well, don’t worry, because I have a great plan for how we’re gonna rescue Tex. Tucker: A plan? Oh, man, I hate plans. That means we’re gonna have to do stuff. Can’t we just have a strategy or a mission statement? Church: I just need you guys to run a distraction while I spring Tex. Caboose: Distraction? Heh… That sounds a lot like “decoy.” Church: The way I see it, the Reds have absolutely no idea how many Freelancers we have out here. So all I need from the two of you is to run around in the middle of the canyon wearing black armor while I sneak in the back of the base. Tucker: Sounds good. But Church, where the hell are we gonna get two suits of black armor? Oh, fuckberries. Grif: What’s up, forever alone? So, uh, you wanna do something with your life, or do you just wanna sit around on your ass all day like a loser? Yeah! Me too! So, uh, just subscribe and keep watching YouTube. It’s way easier!