*Private Kyle Reese walks into a dark room, where leader John Connor sits with his boots up on a table. Reese grumbles and salutes*John Connor: "At ease, Private. Listen, I wanted to speak to you about the...intense training going on to toughen up the lesser ranks such as yourself."
Kyle Reese: "Toughen up the lesser ranks?"
John Connor: "Now I know that to you, some of my methods may seem...unorthodox, but I assure you that my only goal is to man up the strongest army imaginable so together we can bring down the machines and reclaim a future for all of humanity."
Kyle Reese: "Sir, you grabbed me by the groin and collar, then shoved me face first into the communal latrine and gave me a swirley in front of all the resistance recruits."
John Connor: "Well yeah, but I mean I'm not doing this for fun - I mean, I'm the destined leader of this war, and putting my own soldiers through hell to give them the extra toughness required to stay on top is only a small price to pay for the resu-"
Kyle Reese: "You were shouting the entire time 'Look everyone! This is completely for fun and is no way involved with the war, take it you dirty, dirty greenhorn'"
*long silence*John Connor: "Kinda splitting hairs, don't you think?"
Kyle Reese: "I've had it with this damned resistance."
*Reese gets up to leave*Connor: "Look, we're getting off track. Here, take it easy and have a cigar"
*Reese sits back down*Connor: "Let's let by-gones be by-gones, deal?"
Reese: "...Deal"
Connor: "Great. Now listen, this is really what I wanted to speak to you about. This is going to sound way out of left field, but I need you to be the one who goes back in time using the technology we've gotten our hands on so you can protect and...um...ensure the safety of everyone's future."
Reese: "What was that?"
Connor: "It's insane I know, but true. The machines have developed time traveling tech and right now are sending a Terminator back to 1984 to assassinate my mother, Sarah Conn-"
Reese: "So basically what you're asking me is, to go back in time and plow your mom?"
*long silence*Connor: "No...no I need you to go back and PROTECT her from getting killed by the Termina-"
Reese: "Yeah, the guy who gets sent back to 1984 ends up inadvertently creating you with your mother while protecting her from the Terminator."
*Connor is speechless*Reese: "You blurted it out when you got drunk after the skirmish last week to protect the ammunition stockade."
Connor: "Well....I mean I'm choosing YOU because I've recognized your skill and quick-thinking on the battlefield."
Reese: "Yeah, OR because you finally remembered that the person you sent back was named Kyle Reese."
Connor: "Look that's besides the point. It's not like I haven't known your name this whole time."
Reese: "Really? What about just this morning during inspection while you were scrubbing your taint with my toothbrush and and twisting my nipples when you realized that my dog-tag read KYLE REESE, causing you to instantly freeze, then run out of the room."
Connor: "...look, this is serious, Private."
Reese: "I'm sorry, did you say Private? or Sergeant."
Connor: "...Sergeant Reese, this is serious business, and time is a factor here. Here, this is a photo of Sarah Connor. You need to commit this to memory so when you get sent through the-"
Reese: "..."
Connor: "Is something wrong?"
Reese: "Do you...Do you have any others? Something with softer lighting maybe? I dunno."
Connor: "Why? What's wrong with that one?"
Reese: "Nothing. I just...you're SURE she's into men."
Connor: *stares* "Look, just commit it to memory. We have enough power for only one time jump; go back to 1984, locate the primary objective, and eliminate the Termi-"
Reese: "Go back and rail your mom. Right, got it."
-Props go to Chase Mitchell, who lent personal assistance on this one. Also, he threatened me!-