(upbeat music)
(people walking)
- Oh boy!
This looks like a great
place to have a picnic!
- Uh, yeah.
Except we don't have any food.
- Hey check it out,
a food truck.
(people walking)
- You guys are my first customers all day!
- Well, you're the business whiz
who set up shop along the
edge of an abandoned forest.
(pizza hitting face)
- Come on, Roach
you're not the sharpest
crayon in the shed either.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
I just finessed a free pizza!
(bright music)
- Ha ha!
So then I said,
See you losers!
I'm dropping on my own!
- Yeah, dude we know.
we were your squadmates.
- Wait, where's Roach?
He was right here a second ago.
- (sighing) I might know where he is.
(door opening)
Come on, man.
What are you doing?
- I'm filming a "Roach plays"!
I'm playing a new dystopian
strategy game "Arknights".
It's also free to play!
- Okay, dude well,
we gotta go.
- Shush! I'm almost done streaming.
You should come and join!
And also don't forget to check out the
"Roach Plays, Arknights episode"
(screen beeping)
(bright music)
- Wow, that was actually pretty good!
- I wish we had something
to wash it down with.
- Hey! Check it out!
It's a Slurp truck!
Tanner! You're always drinking slurp.
- He's always drinking Slurp
because he's always getting shot.
(gun bangs)
- Yeah, I don't know.
Something's odd about that truck.
Just stopped on the side
of the road like that?
- I'll go and investigate!
Detective Roach,
on the move!
- And now to cover my
body in liquid goodness.
- Hey! Get the hell away from my truck!
- Screw your truck!
I need shields!
(pickaxe clanging)
- That's it!
We're going for a ride!
(door slamming)
(engine starting)
- Save me,
you idiots!
- You assholes think
you can just run around
breaking open my Slurp kegs and my trucks?
- Yes, sir.
- What? No!
The answer is no!
You can't!
- Oh, man.
That Big Chuggus guy kidnapped Roach!
If only the Gods would
reintroduce some sort of
mechanism that would allow
us to gain high ground
in a good vantage point...
(metal clanging)
Someone up there likes us.
(rock music)
- Say goodbye to your tires,
Chug boy.
(gun firing)
- Damn it!
They're shooting my wheels!
- Uh huh!
I knew you wouldn't get away with this!
Now they're gonna kill us both!
- Great shot!
Think you could just put
one through his head?
(rocket exploding)
- Damn it!
- Don't worry,
I can do this.
Please god,
just let me...
(car crashing)
- My truck!
(door opening)
that's it!
Come here, you little!
(glass breaking)
- Would you look at that!
Everything worked out in the end.
And now this whole truck
is ours to shield up with.
(pickaxe clanging)
- Get him!
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