Equinox Party!

[ShotgunDooM]

*Flies through the window*
Guh... Damn...
*into radio* Where the HELL are you guys!  

[PistolDooM]

I'm here sarge and... Sweet Christmas, you weren't kiddin'! That thing's gigantic! How the hell are we going to fight that thing!?  

[BerserkerDooM]

LET ME AT IT!!! I'LL TEAR IT APART WITH MY BARE HANDS!!! RIP AND TEAR, RIP AND TEAR!!! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR GUTS!!
*twitches violently*  

[ShotgunDooM]

No, Berserker, we can't take tha' thing on wid jus' the three of us. We gotta wait 'til our heavy artillery gets here! Berserker, you escor' the civilians... to... nevermind, you'll probably think "escort" means "rip and tear" and "safety" means "rip their intestines out and wear 'em on yer head." ... Pistol, your ordinance is probably gonna to be the least effective, you help 'scort the civilians outta here.  

[PistolDooM]

Can, do, boss!
Alright everybody, follow me! We've got to get out of here!  

[SuperShotgunDooM]

Supershot, reporting in. I got here as soon as I could, sir. Whats the sitrep--HOLY FARFENUEGEN!  

[ChaingunDooM]

Chaingun here. What's the deal sarge?
*notices giant robo-plasma*
... Well... that's something you don't see everyday. He's a biggun, ain't he? Well... good luck with that...
*begins to walk away*  

[ShotgunDooM]

HOLD IT RIGH' THERE SOLDIER! Desert and I'll let Berserker do wha'ever he wan's to ya fer an hour!

Now, Supershot and Stevens, I wan' ya to secure a perimeter! Make sure noone else stumbles in here! Our firs' priority is keepin' collateral damage to a minimum, got it!?  

[ChaingunDooM]

Yeah... 'kay. And stop calling me Stevens...  

[SuperShotgunDooM]

SIR, YESSIR! I WON'T LET YOU DOWN, SIR!  

[RocketDooM]

Somebody call for some heavy artillery?  

[BFG9000DooM]

Heavy my a**! Your gun might as well shoot toothpicks compared to mine!  

[ShotgunDooM]

Cut the chatter, you two! Rocky, I need ya ta concentrate fire on his leg gyros! They're in the crotch area! Take 'em out n' he'll lose his ability to stay balanced; he'll topple over like a... well like a drunk at Christmas that's had too much eggnog.  

[RocketDooM]

Heh... should have known... ain't much that can shake off a rocket to the crotch...  

[ShotgunDooM]

Yes, I'm aware of the irony, son. Berserker, you try to... uh... rip out the servoes in his ankles. If you succeed, he should fall over jus' like if Rocky got 'im. Once he's down, I'll count on ya ta rip open the cockpit and pull tha' drunk madman outta there! ... No need ta acknowledge me... you're jus' gonna say --