One Vote, One Note

Fade in to Grif and Simmons waiting in line
Grif:
Is it November sixth yet, God...
Simmons:
Just a few more minutes, Grif. Then we can play all the Halo 4 we want.
Sarge drives up in a Warthog
Simmons:
Uh, hey, Sarge.
Sarge:
What in the devil are you boys doin' here? You told me you needed to take a sick day on November sixth. That's today!
Grif:
Huh? Oh right- uh hghm hghm hghm coughing h-hm, u-h-h-hm. Uh, just needed to get some fresh air, Sarge.
Sarge:
It's thirty degrees below freezing.
Grif:
Wow, really? I had no idea. Uh-huh, whoo!
Simmons:
Maybe you should go home. And, you know, get some bedrest.
Grif:
What?
Sarge:
Good point. If anything's gonna kill you it's me! Not some girly little bacteria.
Grif:
Simmons, what the hell are you doing?
Simmons:
Don't worry Grif, after I beat the campaign you can be my player 2 in Spartan Ops.
Grif:
You'll never get away with this you son of a-
Sarge:
Hey, Tiny Cham, get yer keester in the jeepster.
Grif:
Hhh, you're right Simmons, I should come clean.
Sarge:
What?
Simmons:
What?
Grif:
You got me Sarge, Simmons is the real sick one. I just drug him outta bed so that he and I could be the first few people to vote for President.
Sarge:
You mean this is the line to vote?
There's a big sign that says "Buy Halo 4 Here! On Sale November 6th"
Grif:
...Yes?
Simmons:
That's- that's not true.
Sarge:
It isn't?
Simmons:
Grif's the sick one, it was my idea to come out here and vote.
Grif:
Clearly the fever's gone to his head.
Simmons:
What!?
Sarge:
Since when did you two start to care so much about voting?
Grif and
Simmons:
I've always cared about voting.
Sarge:
Is that so.
Simmons:
Absolutely.
Drums start playing for the start of a song
Sarge:
Prove it.
Grif:
You've got to be kidding me.
Simmons:
This is all your fault.
Sarge:
I'm not hearing entertaining and informative lyrics.
They start singing and dancing
Simmons:
Well let us share with you our knowledge, about the electoral college
Grif:
It comes after voting high school
Simmons:
No it doesn't, that's a lie, fool
Grif:
Right, I meant high school civics
Sarge:
Come on, boys, now be specific! To sing this here election song for us, I think you'll need a big strong chorus!
Grif:
Uh, who're these guys?
Chorus:
We are citizens of this land, and we're here to lend a hand. We come together and we vote, because we're all in the same boat.
Grif:
Elections take place at sea?
Simmons:
They're speaking metaphorically.
Chorus:
It's our future that we are choosing.
Grif:
Voting is time travel? This is so confusing!
Simmons:
*sigh*
Chorus:
It's a lot of work to master, but it's really got its perks, but that's how voting works!
Chorus Member:
Awesome, Halo 4, this is the best!
Simmons:
Achoo. Hm. Hblb.
Sarge:
Hmm, sounds like that cold of yours is getting worse. Maybe you should head home, Private.
Grif:
What're you gonna do?
Sarge:
Are you kidding me? I'm gonna go play Halo 4! I bought it while you two were singing that stupid song.
Grif:
You took our spot in line!? We stood in the snow for seven hours!
Sarge:
Nah, I had it preordered. Picked up my forest armor skin and arctic battle weapon skin too. The Blues don't stand a chance. See you back at the base, suckers. Heh heh.
Sarge drives off
Grif:
Ah, ahahachoo.
Simmons:
Well, I guess it's a good thing we took a sick day, huh Grif?
Grif:
Oh God... I sneezed all over my visor!
 

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