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[gotshotgun]

[Sarge is standing around a table conveniently located smack dab between Red and Blue base. don't ask how it got there.

...or how it has streamers considering it's outdoors

all that matters is there's a giant table covered in food and assorted drinks and Sarge is putting the finishing touches on some of the decorations. you'd be surprised how hard it can be to decorate while holding a shotgun, but he manages]

All right you dirtbags, come and get it.

Except Grif. He can keep watch. And no one touch my pie.

[there are seven pies. choose wisely]

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Blue Team crashing the party, oh yeah~

[screwedfuture]

[now this...this is...well, he doesn't know what the hell it is. he's been watching the set-up from the top of the Blue base for quite some time now, but once the decorations go up, well, that's when things started getting annoying for him. not that he has anything against decorations themselves, though he does find they bring nothing but trouble simply by existing--so okay, he does have a thing against them, but only because what it does to the people around him. they start to get happy and pester him even more about whether they can go to the party and get even happier and why isn't he happy at the thought of joining them, so fuck that shit. he's not having any of it.

that's why he starts walks right on up to the table--he's pretty sure Grif is on guard duty, so he has no worries about being shot at or anything.]

[starts yelling while he's walking] Hey Red! What the hell is all this?! And what is it doing on our side of the canyon?

woohoo!

[gotshotgun]

[Sarge is just finishing up with some cupcakes when he hears Church]

Your side of the canyon? This is our side of the canyon, you Blue scumbag. And you're not invited!

[screwedfuture]

[makes a derisive sort of noise] Heh, yeah sure. Your side. See that rock over there? [points at it with the end of his sniper rifle] That's our rock, I'm calling dibs. And hey look, since that's our rock, that means it's on our side. So get walking.

...And leave the pie.

[gotshotgun]

That rock is our rock, you blasted Blue.

And you're not getting any pie.