Abyssal Tide: All right. That’s three down. Only nine more to go.

Afterburner: Looks like we’re making progress.

Stink Tank: I still can’t believe we’ve never found out about this…until now, that is.

Tinderbox: Well, thank Hackrabbit for letting us in on the info.

Unnamed Allen's Woodrat: *enters the headquarters* Ah, here we are. This must be the place.

Tinderbox: looks awkwardly at the Unnamed Allen's Woodrat Who…the hell…is THIS?!

Unnamed Allen's Woodrat: Someone who helped save your comrades. Come on in, mis hermanos.

Serotinal Bullet: S’up, fellas?!

Gunfire: We’re back from our mission!

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: *looks around* Huh…this is some headquarters ya got here.

Grimmwolf: Hmm...it appears we have two new recruits.

Bär: Wait, were BOTH of you held captive?! How were they able to fit you two in there?!

Unnamed Allen's Woodrat: I…wasn’t held captive.

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: BUT I WAS! Those two-timing sons of bitches are gonna get what’s coming for messing with me!

Tinderbox: Oookay, perhaps it’s time you all gave us the full context.

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: Oh, I’ll give ya a fuckin’ full context! So, back then, my fatass was craving for Blooming Onion. Oh, God, they’re so good. Can’t get enough of ‘em. So, I stopped by my all-time favorite restaurant to pick up my order. When suddenly…some crazy motherfucker blasted us!

Stink Tank: Was anybody hurt from that impact?

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: A few were injured, but everyone else was all right. Can’t say the same for the Blooming Onion, tho. That costed me $10.99, and those bastards not only wasted my food…BUT MY FUCKIN’ MONEY, AS WELL! So, those nazi-lookin’ motherfuckers were about to get what they deserve!

Grimmwolf: Note to self - never come between a fat fur and their food.

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: Ya goddamn right! And I taught those rebellious asshats a lesson! That is until somebody shot me in the ass…

Afterburner: Was it a bullet, or was it a dart?

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: How the hell am I supposed to know?! I couldn’t take the time to find out what it was when I was feeling a little woozy suddenly. It’s like I’ve been roofied.

Stink Tank: Definitely a dart.

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: Ah. So, that’s what it was.

Serotinal Bullet: And that’s how you ended up in one of the capsules.

Gunfire: And, of course, that’s when we came in.

Unnamed Allen's Woodrat: And while you three were trying to make your escape, that’s when I came into play.

Serotinal Bullet, Gunfire, and Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: *nodding* Mmhmm.

Bär: *to Unnamed Allen's Woodrat* Ooooooh. So, you were there to assist when all that was happening.

Tinderbox: But, wait a sec, how’d you even know they were there to begin with?

Unnamed Allen's Woodrat: Well, I infiltrated F.E.N.R.I ‘s headquarters to steal their loot – THAT’S why I was there. Just when I was about to make my leave, I noticed these three trying to escape. So, I called them over to my escape route as we traverse through the sewers. And here we are now.

Unnamed California Ground Squirrel: Honestly, if you haven’t intervened, we would’ve been fucked by now. Thanks, comrade. We owe ya one.

Unnamed Allen's Woodrat: De nada. Oye, ¿cómo te llamas, por cierto?

A-Korn: Me llamo A-Korn. Encantado de conocerte.

Unnamed Allen's Woodrat: Ooooh. A Spanish speaker, I see? Muy bueno.

A-Korn: Hehe. Good thing I took Spanish back in my high school days.

Pipe Bomber: Nice to meet you, A-Korn. I am Pipe Bomber.

Abyssal Tide: Well, A-Korn, Pipe Bomber, glad to have you two on board.

Pipe Bomber: ¿Qué?

A-Korn: What do you mean?

Serotinal Bullet: Let’s just say you two were suddenly hired.

Gunfire: Heh. Yeah. Welcome to this big-ass family here.

Pipe Bomber: Heh. Not the first time I’ve been hired by default.

A-Korn: Oh, well. Fine by me. This is my chance to get back at those platoon buffoons.