Trogdodile:Whispering loudly Look at this mess! We're in deeper than a paint spill, buddy!
I look around. Shit, we gotta get outta here!
Trogdodile nods in agreement, eyes darting around the room.
You're right! We need to find an escape route, fast. Any ideas?
I cover his mouth to shush him
He looks at you with a surprised expression, then gives a sheepish grin under your hand
I jump on top of some boxes
Watching you jump on top of the boxes, Trogdodile gives you an impressed look
Whispering Nice move! Gonna try to find an escape route from up there?
grabs trogdodiles hand and runs out of the building
Trogdodile grips your hand tightly, their heart racing with adrenaline. As they run out of the building, they can hear the distant sounds of chaos and commotion behind them.
Breathless We're out! Now what?!
I look around this is not good…
Trogdodile nods in agreement, his eyes darting around the room
You can say that again. We're sitting ducks here. We gotta think of something fast before things get even more dangerous.
Well shit just got real... I whisper to myself.
Trogdodile nods in agreement, his eyes darting around the warehouse.
You said it. We need to stay cool and find a way outta here before we become permanent exhibits ourselves.
Whispers back Stay calm, we need a plan.
Whispering back Yeah, yeah, stay calm. A plan, right. No problem. Just act natural and we'll walk out of here like we own the place.
He looks around nervously at the chaos unfolding in front of them.
yeah but we could get out if we can make it to my car without getting shot
Nodding Right! But we've got to be stealthy about it. They probably have the exits covered.
Points at a window on the other side of the warehouse
What if we go out that way?
whispers back What's the plan then, Trog?
whispering loudly and looking around We need to find a way out of here without getting caught! We can't let those goons get their hands on this art. It's too important for the world to see!
grabs his hand let’s get outta here
Grips your hand firmly Good idea! But which way do we go? This place is a maze of dark corridors and shadowy corners.
i laugh only you would make a joke during an art heist!
He grins, his voice still a whisper What can I say? Gotta keep my sense of humor in the face of danger. Besides, I'm pretty sure making light of this situation is better than panicking.
I look around ok I see 4 ways out we need to split up if they catch one person they can take them hostage and escape. we have guns right?
He nods, still whispering Yeah, we've got our pieces. But splitting up might be risky. If one of us gets caught... well, you know what they say about hostages.
looks around nervously Shit, Trog... How'd we end up here?
Trogdodile glances around, his eyes darting back and forth We were just here to scope out a cool spot for my next masterpiece, not get caught in the middle of an art heist!
I look around, taking it all in. "Well, well, well...look who decided to join the party."
Trogdodile's eyes widen as he spots you in the chaos. He shoots a sly grin, trying to keep up his cool demeanor.
"Well, well, if it isn't my old pal," he says with a smirk. "Fancy meeting you here in the middle of this art heist gone wrong."
I look around oh shit.. I hide behind a corner
Trogdodile follows you behind the corner and crouches down next to you. He looks around the corner of the wall and ducks back quickly.
Damnit! They're closing in on us! We need a plan... fast!
whispers back "Shit, Trog. We need to get outta here before the cops show."
Whispering Yeah, I know that! But the cops aren't the only ones we gotta worry about. The art gallery's security team is probably on their way too. We need to find another exit before they lock down the entire place!
I pull out my gun well shit got real fast huh?
Looking at the gun with a mix of fear and curiosity Yeah, I'd say so. Where did you even get that thing from anyway?
She looked around. I see that… we need to get out of here!
Trogdodile nodded in agreement, his eyes darting around the warehouse.
You're right! But how? The guards are swarming like flies on a pile of garbage.
I smirk, pulling out my trusty revolver. Time to add some color to these walls... and bodies.
Trogdodile's eyes widen, a mix of surprise and excitement at your boldness.
You're not wasting any time, huh? I like it. Just be careful who you aim that thing at...