The... it's blue, we're blue... Church: It's just important, okay? Mickey: Bloddy murder! Tucker: Yeah, dude, I was just walking along, following Tex... not really paying attention, you know. "[Donut] I think this is what they call the calm before the storm." Lopez: It's important to have a fallback plan.

Sarge: This may be the best surrender of all time. Wake up! We were like roommates. Can't we push dying to a week from Friday? Upload your creations for people to see, favourite and share. Caboose: But I don't want to be dead. So that makes you... a gay robot. We were like roomates. Tucker: What the hell, Vic?

We agree to the terms? O'Malley: I will devour their hearts and crap out their souls! But who has naptime now? Which is disgusting. Sarge: No! Church: No way. Tucker: I know. You know, with a plan for us and stuff.

Next thing I know, Master Chief blows up the whole Covenant armada, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere. Hate. You- you're so small! Is anyone OK? Experiment with DeviantArt’s own digital drawing tools. What are you going to do with two chicks?

The show is distributed through Rooster Teeth's website, as well as on DVD, Blu-ray, and more recently syndicated on the El Rey Network. Simmons: Hey, that's not exactly what happened. And Simmons here is in charge of confetti!

Come back to me! Sarge!

Look!

Caboose: There are some walls, and some ceilings. Upload stories, poems, character descriptions & more. Probably two or three chicks apiece. Church: Because it's the flag, man! Now let's all go home and masturbate! You tricked me! Donut: I was told to report to Bloo… Simmons: Yeah... let's all take dying as an open-action item, and come back with suggestions next meeting. Somebody - and I'm not gonna say who - might have thought that one of the cyborg parts we needed for Simmons' surgery was a cupholder. Church: We already tested the teleporter, remember? Sarge: Anyone... want to guess... why I gathered you here... today? Wait just a second. Simmons: No, but I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and they were to come take our base, they would have two bases in the middle of a box canyon. And I go, if you've got a ship that can carry a tank, why not just put guns on the ship and use it instead? "Or maybe, it's a key all the time, and that when you stick it in people, it unlocks their death". Tucker: I wish Tex was here. It has machine gun turrets, two living quarters with ample closet space, and a short commute to my secret laboratory. He's the one that shot you. We won. Truth or dare? Tucker: I'm sorry, what?

Chupa-thingy, how 'bout that? ...I would like to feed you a small cracker! Which is right before food-time! Church: So how are you doing Caboose?

Except replace the word "non' with "extremely', and after the word "violent' include the phrase "blood explosion extraordinaire'. He was all like "Sayonara!" O'Malley: Your soul is the cavern of lies. Because of his intelligence and unusual behavior, …

Caboose: Your toast has been burned and no amount of scraping will remove the black parts!

Why are there six pedals and only four directions? Sarge: I never thought I'd reach the moment in my life when I actually missed Grif, but here it is. Simmons: What? Grif: And I like ribbons in my hair, and I want to kiss all the boys.

It looks more like we're forming a triangle. Caboose: I just... need to... get angry... and say... mean things... like... uh, your... brain... is... a... mountain... of... hatred. Private Tucker. Tucker: All my life I've had girls tell me, "Not if you were the last man on Earth'. Tucker: Church, women are like Voltron. You know... it's the... its The Flag!
Grif: We don't get paid enough to do stuff. That doesn't sound too good. Tucker: Maybe there's a button on you somewhere. Your armor is... um... it's a little... um... Grif, uh, you want to help me out here? It was raining, and the sun was … He was half across the base when he started screaming bloddy murder. Sarge: Hey, Simmons. Time isn't made up of lines. Tucker: Oh my God. Get ready to open fire.

Simmons: Because static could damage the card. And this time, for who I am. Sarge: C'mon. I hate sharing with the vacuum. And I suppose pop rocks and soda are going to make my stomach blow up! That's worked well for me in the past. Tucker: Well, that may be true, but let's see what happens when I'm the last man on Earth with a sweet ass, pimped out ride, bitch! You know what it's called? Simmons: You? Sarge: All right, Blues.
Parabola of Mystery! I made you a muffin!