Simmons: Oh crap, I'm out. Give me some ammunition, Grif.
Grif: Me? I don't have any extra, I'm down to one bullet.
Simmons: Wha.. how can that be? You're the one who carries all the extra rounds in to battle.
Grif: Wait, since when?
Simmons: Since the last staff meeting.
Grif: We actually talk about stuff in those things? I just fall asleep inside
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