Sunny * I've been moving around this place, figuring out the layout, what I can get away with. * I think I've nailed a plan for getting you two outta the shitpit. —Jiro— ... That's great news, Sunny → Took you long enough Honestly impressed you haven't given up on us yet. Or died. I can't stand sitting in this damn cell another hour —Polyta— Jiro! Don't be rude! Sunny * He's just bein' cheeky, Poz, ease up! —Polyta— Even still... Sunny * Even still, let's get back on track. Sunny * Plan's simple. *All I gotta do is shove you both in a crate, wheel it through that big fucked up gateway that goes to the fuckin' Evil Vatican or wherever that is, then we're home free. * I've made a couple test runs already. Took a crate back and forth through the gate, like it's part of my routine. The grunts just wave me through by now. —Polyta— So you're sure we won't be stopped... What if the worst should happen and they do search the crate? What's our plan for that? Sunny * All likelihood? * The plan is to get our shit blasted into a ready-spreadable chunky meat paste. * But it's not gonna come to that. —Jiro— ... Don't worry, Polyta, we won't let that happen → Don't worry, Polyta, I'm sure we won't suffer for long We're so screwed Ha ha haah Sunny * That's the spirit! * Worst comes to worst? Try to catch one in the brain, save you the trouble of bleeding out. —Polyta— You two really need to take this more seriously... Sunny * Your complaint's been registered, mate, take a ticket and wait in line. * Now lemme go find that crate... —Polyta— ...What's gotten into you lately, Jiro? You're meant to be a beacon of light for us to look up to... —Jiro— ... Don't you start with this Awww, disappointed? Must be hard. → Just tired, I guess The light's fizzled out, Polyta. All I got now is smoke. —Polyta— I don't know, Jiro... This isn't like you. Sunny * Beep beep! Uber's here! —Polyta— Tell me we're not both going in that... Sunny * Orright, yeah, it's cramped, I know, but we don't exactly got access to a robust public transportation option here. * I'd love to get you two a fuckin' stretch limo with a built in minibar, shrimp cocktails and all, but I gotta push this thing around without flagging attention. —Jiro— ... Of course, Sunny, we trust you What kind of idiot are you putting us both in there I told you how I feel being around these girls and now you want me to cram up with Polyta for gods know how long Just leave me here damn it I don't care anymore Sorry → I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume this really is our best shot Sunny * You'd fuckin' better! * Trust me, I gave the storerooms here a bloody good gander. This is it. * Now you'd best figure out how you're gonna-- Sunny * For the love of shit!! * What now!? Sunny * ExCUSE me, mate! * I'm sure you've got some kind of important fuckin' mission here, but I'm kind of in the middle of--!