Cut to the Reds' jeep careening under bare minimum control down a really gradual slope behind a robot
Grif: One of them's following us.
Sarge: We're going too slow. We have to leave someone behind.
Donut: What? No way! You're leaving me behind?
Sarge: Sorry Donut, but military law is very clear in regard to the "not it" methodology for making decisions.
Donut: Aw man, there's still so much about the army I don't understand.
Sarge: Donut, you hide here and wait for the guy tailing us. Then when he passes, shoot him square in the back and watch him die. Just like John Wayne would have done.
Grif: Hurry up guys, he's getting closer! No wait, no he, yeah he is getting closer. No, yes!
Donut: All this retreating, and shooting people in the back, doesn't sound very noble.
Sarge: We're not retreating, we're advancing! Towards future victory!
Donut: How'm I gonna find you guys?
Simmons: Just follow the distress signal to its source, you'll find us there.
Donut: But I don't have a way to track it!
Sarge: ... Excellent point Donut.
The jeep drives off, thoughtfully carrying Sarge, Grif, and Simmons with it
Donut: Thank you, Sir. Ohh... (Sighs. Lip smacking sounds as he watches the robot painfully slowly advance) Uhh, God. Well, I've got some time.
