It was yet another day at the GRN team HQ, everyone was out doing their thing: Brute was demolishing some sweet barbecue burgers with Trooper watching, Arsonist keeping time, and Doctor watching in horror; meanwhile Agent and Marksman were very far from everyone, trying to have some peace and quiet; and Flanker was arguing with Mechanic, as usual.

Mechanic: "Flanker, no, I don't know HOW to make steroids!"

Flanker: "Come on, you're smart ain't ya? I need to build my muscle!"

Mechanic: "Work out or something, I dunno! Your muscles are fine!"

Flanker: "...Uh-huh?"

Mechanic: "I didn't mean it like that. Prick..."