Inside Red Base at Valhalla. Lopez, Simmons, and South are barricading the entrances with crates.

Lopez: [Get more boxes and put them there.]

Simmons: Keep watching your motion tracker. This guy can turn invisible.

Lopez: [Is that where he went?]

South: Even without his AI, Maine's crazy strong. I don't think these'll be enough to keep him out.

Outside Red Base, the Meta tries his invisibility but it short-circuits and fails, making him snarl loudly in anger.

Simmons: Whoa! Did you hear that?

Lopez: [I have something on my motion tracker.]

Simmons: (frightened) Yeah, it was loud.

South: (aims her rifle at the front entrance) No, over there!

Lopez, Simmons, and South ready their weapons for the Meta on the entrance in front of them, looking at each other and reloading at the same time... only for Donut to  come around the corner.

Donut: Hey guys. 'Sup?

Simmons: Donut?

South: Donut!

Lopez: [Didn't you say this guy could change color?]

Donut: I just finished cleaning up Blue Base. What's going on over here?

Lopez: [I think we should shoot him just to be safe.]

South: Donut, why the fuck did you just stand there when the Meta attacked me?

Donut: You guys seemed like you knew each other. I thought you were just catching up.

South: He was shooting fucking grenades at me!

Donut: Yeah, so, I thought that was an inside joke between the two of you.

South: What kind of complete dickwad would think grenades being fired at someone is a JOKE?!

Donut: Well, how do I know? I've been gone a long time. In fact, it was clear that I didn't know the guy, so shame on you for not introducing us. And quite frankly, I found the whole thing a bit rude!

South just stares at Donut for several seconds before dropping her gun and started strangling him, shaking Donut back and forth. Simmons holds her back, and manages to yank her off as she furiously tries to get at Donut.

South: I AM GONNA RIP YOUR GODDAMN SPINE OUT AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT!

Lopez: [I was gonna suggest that we just shoot him, but this is actually more entertaining.]

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Back at the desert inside the temple, Tucker, and the Reds are looking at Epsilon beside Caboose.

Tucker: Church? Your telling me that thing is Church.

Caboose: Well, not exactly. See, um, technically, uh, this thing is, uh, just a memory of Church. Um, his name is Epsilon.

Tucker: Epsa-whatsawhat?

Epsilon: Me, dipshit!

Slade: (sighs) That's Church, alright.

Tex: (in Slade's mind) Once an asshole, always an asshole.

Caboose: Uh, yeah, see, he's a resident memory of the guy that Church was based on, so he's kind of like, remembering himself. Yeah, Simmons can explain, yeah, much better than I can, probably.

Grif: Sounds like I have another reason to be glad Simmons isn't here.

Epsilon: Wait, I thought he was Simmons? (looks at Sarge)

Caboose: He's Sarge. Sa-a-aarggee-e.

Epsilon: I'm confused, not deaf, you idiot! Now who's the yellow one? (looks at Grif)

Grif: I'm not yellow, I'm orange!

Epsilon: Yeah, then how'd you know who I was talking about?

Tucker: How come he remembers us, but not who we are?

Grif: Why does everyone think I'm yellow!? Seriously?! Didn't anybody have a box of crayons when they were a kid?

Slade: I bet if your crazy-arse sister was here, then he'd be able to discriminate.

Grif: Fuck. You.

Caboose: Oh, it will come back to him. See, I've been telling him stories, about all of us. (Caboose then looks at Tucker) Well, most of us.

Sarge: Is that what you've been trying to do all this time? Rebuild your buddy?

Caboose: Yes... no... maybe... which will make you less mad?

Tucker: So the only stuff he knows about us is what you told him? That's scary on a lot of levels, dude.

Epsilon: Why?

Tucker: Oh, why? Okay, quick quiz. Who am I?

Epsilon: You're, Captain Flowers right? You're dead. (turns to Caboose) I've been meaning to ask you about that part. Is he like a zombie?

Tucker: Uh-huh, and who is he? (points at Grif)

Epsilon: He's Grif, which is spelled with two "f's".

Grif: Goddammit! Okay, now that's another thing!

Epsilon: Caboose was very specific about that second "f".

Tucker: Okay, now what about them? (points at Slade and Kan)

Epsilon: That's Slade. He's the nice Australian superhero that helps you guys, even though he's scary and mean from time to time. And white alien guy is Kan, his sidekick.

Slade: I'm not a superhero, first off. I just do the right thing.

Epsilon: You do realize you just clichéd yourself, right?

Slade: Sod off! And secondly, Kan is not a sidekick.

Kan: I concur. I owe Slade a life-debt, nothing more.

Tucker: Yeah, and what about the red guy? (points at Sarge)

Epsilon: Well, if he's not Simmons, then I guess he's Sarge. That would make him the gruf and regimented leader of the Red Team.

Sarge: ... That actually seems pretty-

Tucker: Just, give him one more second.

Epsilon: Which would make him also the captain of their pirate ship.

Tucker: There it is.

Slade: Tucker, how many times do I have to remind you that it isn't Caboose's fault for his mental capacity? It's Church's!

Epsilon: Wait, what? What did I do?!

Delta, Theta, and Rho appear.

Delta: He is referring to your original self. The Alpha.

Epsilon: Who the hell are these guys?

Theta: You don't remember us, Epsilon?

Rho: He wasn't online for that long, Theta. Remember? And when he was, he went nuts in... you-know-who's head.

Epsilon: I did what in who's head? Man, this sounds like some crazy Dr. Phil shit.

Caboose: Yeah, I am a good story teller.

Tucker: How are you gonna tell stories? You can't even read stories.

Caboose: I can read!

Tucker: Caboose is the only guy I know of who had an illustrated field manual. He's a moron.

Caboose: Well, it helps when the stories have pictures. Duh!

Tucker: For the first two months I worked with him, he thought you held grenades over your head, while they shot arrows at the enemy.

Caboose: That diagram could have been a lot more specific.

Sarge: Heh, you're lucky. As a recruit, Grif didn't even know what a grenade was! I called it a pineapple, and he tried to swallow it.

Grif: Yeah, well it still tasted better than those MRE's you serve us.

Sarge: Grif! Show some respect! Do you know how many men died to develop those meals?

Grif: I can tell you exactly how many: everybody who ever tasted one!

Tucker: At least he doesn't kill everyone who suits up for your team.

Caboose: Oh, yeah, I don't think I really did that.

Tucker: Then who did?

Caboose: Okay, stick with me on this, right. What if Church travelled back in time using Wyoming's special ability power-

Tucker: Aw, shut up, that's fucking retarded.

Grif: Argh, you guys are idiots!

Caboose: What?! What about you guys?

Sarge: Who's the real idiot? The idiot, or the idiot who fights it?

Tucker: What, dude? In either scenario, you're still an idiot.

Sarge: Huh, I would expect you to say something like that.

Grif: Wait, I think he's right.

Sarge: Shut up, Grif! I always thought your armor was yellow too! Matches your personallity.

Slade: At least he isn't as senile and deranged as you, Sarge.

Sarge: Corporal, I will court martial you again!

Caboose: Hey! You shouldn't be mean to people who work for you! He just wants to be your friend!

Tucker: No one tries to do that but you!

Sarge: I think you're all a bunch of idiots and I'm gonna fight every one of ya!

Kan: You couldn't defeat a glass of warm milk!

Sarge, Grif, Tucker, and Slade start arguing and swearing at each other.

Grif: You had sex with a rock!

Tucker: Your sister's name is A Rock?

Slade: No, he meant your mother is sexually attracted to boulders and she unfortunately had you, ya pebble jacking wanker!

Epsilon: Everybody stop!

Caboose: I AM YELLING ABOUT THINGS, okay I guess we're done now.

Epsilon: All right, listen guys. I might not remember everything right now, but it will come back to me, okay? I can feel it. But I do know this: if we don't work together, and destroy this weapon, those guys outside are gonna kill a lot of people, and we can't let that happen. So just for a moment, lets set aside our differences and get to work solving this problem, together.

Epsilon starts to float away, unaware of it, while the others watch.

Epsilon: Being in charge is a tough task, but I'm a born leader. So if you follow me, I know I can get us through this. Are you with me?

Grif: Where are you going?

Epsilon: Uh, yeah', I don't seem to have full control over my body yet. But that doesn't invalidate anything I said! I'm still the leader! Fuck! (floats out of sight) Okay, I'll be right back! No one else takes the leader position while I'm gone!

Caboose: Okay, bye!

Sarge: Yeah, see ya later, Winston Churchill!

Slade: ..... We're all gonna die, aren't we, mate?

Kan: It appears so, yes.