We four are bonded.
Our immunity drives us.
Survive. Together.
Run like hell! Tank! Shoot!
Get to that helicopter!
Shoot the tongue! Motherf-
Cover me! Healing!
I'm too old for this horseshit.
I hate poetry.
Anyone hear that?
That ominous thumping noise?
OH SHIT! A TANK! RUN!
Jockey on my back!
I hear a bitch around here...
Coach startled the witch!
“WATCH OUT! THERE’S A TANK!”
“Why are you afraid? You’re Keith!”
“Oh yeah, I forgot.”
