Red Dog:
[after hearing the bell ringing]
Dinner already?
Sgt. Slaughter:
Not unless you like snake burgers. We're gonna infiltrate the Terrordrome on Cobra Island.
Mercer:
That's suicide!
Taurus:
Yes. Horoscope say it bad day to travel.
Sgt. Slaughter:
Think of it as an extra rough training exercise.
Lt. Falcon:
Training, huh? Why don't we leave our weapons behind? Make it really educational.
Sgt. Slaughter:
Now that's what I call a challenge! No weapons! Let's move out!
[Renegades growl at Falcon]
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