Sgt. Slaughter:
At ease, Disease! I've been expecting you. My name is Sgt. Slaughter. Special drill instructor for G.I. Joe.
Lt. Falcon:
That's terrific, Sarge, but I'm tryin' to cut back on the chicken sweat just now, so if you don't mind...
Sgt. Slaughter:
[grabs him by the collar]
You're going nowhere, space case. You're here because you're an industrial strength foul-up! My job is to whip you into shape and I mean *whip*! There's only two ways out of my command: on your feet like a man, or in a ditty bag... an itty-bitty ditty bag! *You got it?*
Lt. Falcon:
[smartly]
Yes, sir!
Sgt. Slaughter:
That's better! Now straighten up and meet the Renegades. They're not real dependable now, but when I get through with them, what are you going to be?
Mercer, Taurus, Red Dog:
Perfect!
Sgt. Slaughter:
That's right. Perfect. Meet Mercer, an ex-Cobra Viper who's seen the light. Red Dog, booted out of pro football for unnecessary roughness. And Taurus, a circus acrobat with a few loose bats in his big top.
Lt. Falcon:
Uh, hi guys.
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