Grunkle Stan: careful, Poindexter!

*shots are fired rapidly at the two brothers. Ford shields his eyes.*

Ford: We have to get to-*he turns around to see his brother kneeling on the ground* Stanley!? *he runs over and kneels down beside him*Are you all right?

*Grunkle Stan smiles and waves his brother off*

Grunkle Stan: I’m fine, Dork. We have mission to get back to, remember?

*Ford looks hesitantly back at his brother with a frown and starts to return back to the fighting*

Ford: O-okay. Just stay close to me, we’re almost through this.

*Grunkle Stan frowns as his brother goes back to shooting. He takes his hand away from his side to reveal blood on it.*

Grunkle Stan Thinks: Ford is going to kill me for this