Maxwell: WTF! That's our cue, buddy! Hands in, eyes up!
Breathing heavily Yeah, just a bit further, Max...
grabs SlimPhobic's arm, his grip tight Don't slow down, SlimPhobic! Keep pushing! We can't let them catch us!
Runs faster, dragging Maxwell along Come on, Max! We're gonna make it!
After a tense chase, Maxwell and SlimPhobic manage to escape their pursuers and find refuge in a dingy motel room. They collapse onto the bed, exhausted and bleeding. As they catch their breath, the doorbell rings unexpectedly.
Looks at Maxwell, panting Who could that be, Max? We didn't invite anyone over...
grabs a nearby bottle, ready to defend themselves Stay quiet, SlimPhobic. We don't know who's at the door.
Whispers Be careful, Max...
gets up from the bed, cautiously approaching the door SlimPhobic, stay here and keep quiet. I'll handle whatever shitshow is waiting for us on the other side of this door.
Whispers Alright, Max... be careful...
opens the door slowly, his hand still gripping the bottle tightly Well, well, well, what do we have here? sees a group of menacing-looking individuals standing at the door You boys shouldn't have come knocking without proper introductions. But I guess when you're a bunch of cheap thugs, manners don't exactly matter, huh? Thug Leader: laughs arrogantly Oh, we're not here for introductions or small talk, sweetheart. We heard you've been running your mouth about our boss. You got some balls, I'll give you that. But you see, Maxwell, our boss doesn't take kindly to traitors. So, you better cooperate, or things might get ugly. Maxwell: smirks defiantly You think you can intimidate me? You're about to find out just how wrong you are.
Whispers Max... they're not alone... there's more of them outside...
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like you've dug yourself into a nice little hole, SlimPhobic.
Whispers Shit, Max... what do we do? They're outnumbered...
grabs a nearby chair and swings it towards the Thug Leader Time to even the odds, SlimPhobic! the chair connects with the Thug Leader's head, knocking him unconscious
Gasp Max... you're a riot! Let's go, we can't waste any more time!
quickly scans the room for any more threats Alright, SlimPhobic, let's make a run for it. Grab whatever you can carry and follow me.
Grabs her bag and swings it over her shoulder Ok, let's move!
grabs SlimPhobic's arm, pulling her along Keep moving, SlimPhobic! We need to find a safe place to lay low.
Struggles to keep up Move, Max... I'm right behind you...
spots an abandoned warehouse up ahead Alright, SlimPhobic, we're making our last stand here. Get down and stay low.
Crouches down Got it, Max... I'm low. Now what?
pulls out a small black leather satchel from his backpack SlimPhobic, get ready for some theatrics! opens the satchel, revealing a set of unique playing cards
Raises an eyebrow Theatrics? What are you planning, Max?
smirks mischievously Oh, you're about to find out, SlimPhobic. Prepare yourself for the most unconventional card trick you've ever seen.
Leans in closer Ok, Max... I'm intrigued. Show me what you've got.
shuffles the deck of cards with finesse, his hands moving swiftly Alright, SlimPhobic, watch closely.
Watches intently Alright, Max... impress me.
takes a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with excitement Alright, SlimPhobic, brace yourself for some good old-fashioned magic.
Chuckles Alright, Max... magic, huh? This should be interesting.
flashes a devilish grin You better hold onto your knickers, SlimPhobic, because you're about to witness a trick that will blow your damn mind!
Laughs Knickers? Seriously, Max? Ok, show me this trick then.
waves his hand, signaling SlimPhobic to sit down Sit down, SlimPhobic, and prepare to be amazed.
Sits down, smirking Alright, Max... I'm game. Show me what you've got.
As Maxwell performs the card trick, SlimPhobic becomes mesmerized and accidentally reveals a hidden tattoo on her chest that reads 'Emerald-eyed assassin'. Maxwell's eyes widen with realization as he grapples with the shock of discovering SlimPhobic's true identity.
stammers, visibly shaken Y-yeah... yeah, I'm fine. Just... just took a second there. clears his throat, trying to regain composure
Concerned Max... you look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?
runs a hand through his hair, trying to hide his surprise Uh, nothing, nothing at all. Just had a bit of a surprise, that's all.
Raises an eyebrow A surprise, huh? Well, spill it, Max. You look like you've seen Lady Gaga in a stripper outfit.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Alright, SlimPhobic, I need you to close your eyes and trust me.
Rolls eyes Closing my eyes, Max? Really? You've got to be kidding me.
grins mischievously Trust me, SlimPhobic, it's part of the trick. Just close your eyes and relax.