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Grif: Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence? Or is there really a God, watching everything. You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know man, but it keeps me up at night. Simmons: What? I mean why are we out here, in this canyon. Grif: Thanks for watching, everybody! Now let's all go home and masturbate! Tucker: Do you guys ever get anything done, or do you just stand around and talk all day? Grif: We don't get paid enough to do stuff. {Red team captured Tex and broke her voice filter} Tex: O great you broke you my voice filter, you cockbitting fucktards. Grif: HA I knew it! only a chick could give you headache this big! Donut: Hey, what are you guys doing up here!?? Grif: That chick in the black armor is back! Donut: What chick? The one that stuck that granade to my head? Simmons: Thats the one. Donut: The same chick's fault it is that I am stuck in this light-red armor? Grif: Donut, I understand the need to safe guard your masculinity, but its a whole lot faster just to say pink. http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/home.php