Sarge: May I introduce, our new Light-Reconnaissance vehicle. It has 4-inch Armor Plating; M.A.G Bumper Suspension; a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen! This is the M12 LRV! I like to call it the 'Warthog'.
Simmons: Why 'Warthog,' Sir?
Sarge: Because 'M12 LRV' is too hard to say in conversation, son.
Grif: No, but, why 'Warthog'? I mean, it doesn't really look like a pig...
Sarge: Say that again?
Grif: I think it looks more like a Puma.
Sarge: What in Sam Hell is a 'Puma'?
Simmons: Uhh, you mean like the shoe company?
Grif: No. Like a Puma. It's a big cat, it's like a lion.
Sarge: You're making that up.
Grif: I'm telling you, it's a real animal.
Sarge: Simmons, I want you to poison Grif's next meal.
Simmons: Yes sir!
Sarge: Look, see these two tow hooks? They look like tusks, and what kind of animal has tusks?
Grif: A walrus.
Sarge: Didn't I just tell you to stop making up animals?! So unless anybody has any more mythical creatures to suggest as a name for the new vehicle, we're gonna stick with, the 'Warthog'. How about it Grif?
Grif: No sir. No more suggestions.
Sarge: Are you sure? How 'bout Big Foot?
Grif: It's okay.
Sarge: Unicorn?
Grif: No really. Uh.. I'm cool.
Sarge: Sasquatch?
Simmons: Leprechaun?
Grif: Hey, he doesn't need any help man.
Sarge: Pheonix.
Grif: *sigh* (muttering) Christ.
Sarge: Hey Simmons! What's the name of that Mexican lizard? Eats all the goats.
Simmons: Uh, That would be the Chupacabra sir.
Sarge: Hey Grif! Chupathingy, how 'bout that? I like it. Got a ring to it.
