by vikingdragons » Tue Mar 16, 2010 12:55 pm
Simmons: You ever wonder why we’re here?
Grif: It’s one of life’s great mysteries isn’t it? Why are we here? Are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there 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: Oh. Uh...yeah.
Simmons: What was all that stuff about God?
Grif: Uh...hm? Nothing.
Simmons: You wanna talk about it?
Grif: No.
Simmons: You sure?
Grif: Yeah.
Simmons: Seriously though, why are we out here? Far as I can tell, it's just a boxed a canyon in the middle of nowhere. No way in or out.
Grif: Uh hmm.
Simmons: The only reason we set up a Red Base here, is because they have a Blue Base over there. And the only reason they have a Blue Base over there, is because we have a Red Base here.
Grif: Yeah. That's cause we're fighting each other.
Simmons: No no. But I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and if they would come take our base, they would have two bases in the middle of a boxed canyon. Whoopdee-fucking-doo.
Grif: What's up with that anyway? I mean, I signed on to fight some aliens. Next thing I know, Master Chief’s blown up the entire Covenant armada and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, fighting a bunch of blue guys.
"A word to the wise ain't necessary. It's the stupid ones that need the advice." -Bill Cosby