*cartwheels into base* “OW OW OW MY ARM”
“hello, sarge!” said donut, wiping his feet on the pink terry cloth “base sweet base” doormat. “anyone else home?”
“Hey, Donut,” Sarge said, not looking up from his newspaper. “I was waitin’ fer a bit of life in here, since ever’one else seems to be actin’ like Grifs.”
“Oh, GRIF!” said Donut. “HIIII GRIF!!!” *pokes Grif* “Are you asleep?”
“Of course he is,” Simmons scoffed. ”He spends all night at the pictures.” Simmons looked over Sarge’s newspaper cover for a moment before asking, “Did you see the article on page 3? It was about us!”