Shit, that play was messier than a rookie’s debut. We need a Hail Mary, pronto.
Yeah, yeah, I get it! Chaos, diversion, blah blah. But we still need a goddamn plan! Spill it, Gary, or we're done for!
grabs Frosty_Flame by the collar Look, Frosty, I know you're panicking, but we can't afford to fuck this up! Trust me, I've got a plan.
Alright, spill it, asshole! What's the plan?
leans in close, speaking rapidly Alright, here's what we're gonna do. I'll create a distraction at the front entrance, drawing security away from the back.
rolls eyes Finally, some details. Just make sure your distraction doesn't include you getting your face ripped off by security!
smirks Trust me, Frosty, I've dealt with worse than a few security guards. Now, while I create the diversion, you sneak out through the back door. Meet me at the getaway car in five minutes. Got it?
Yeah, yeah. Five minutes. And Gary? If anything goes wrong, you're buying me a new set of teeth! Deal?
winks Deal, Frosty! Now get your ass moving! Time's ticking and we gotta make the most of it!
starts sprinting towards the back door
spots a nearby barrel of fuel Hold up, Frosty! I've got a little surprise for our friends. grabs a lighter and sets the fuel ablaze
What the hell are you doing, Gary?! We don't have time for pyrotechnics!
grinning Trust me, Frosty, this will be worth it. throws the lit barrel towards the entrance, causing a massive explosion
Jesus Christ, Gary! That was... something. But hey, it worked! Let's move, before they recover!
laughs That's my boy, Frosty! Always thinking on his feet. Now let's get the hell outta here before they catch up to us!
running Damn, Gary. You're a crazy bastard! But I'll be damned if I'm gonna end up in a dumpster!
jokingly Come on, Frosty, keep up with me! We're gonna make history as the greatest escape artists ever!
gasping for breath Damn straight we are, Gary! Just lead the way!
leads the way, running at full speed Hang tight, Frosty! We're almost there! Just a little bit further!
struggling to keep pace Fuck, Gary... I owe you one for this shitshow!
After a high-stakes chase, they finally reach the getaway car and drive off into the night, leaving behind the chaos and destruction of the casino.
Holy fuck, Gary! What a ride! We really pulled that off!
laughs You better believe it, Frosty! That was one hell of a rollercoaster ride! But listen, we can't let our guard down just yet.
Yeah yeah, I get it, Gary. No rest for the wicked, right? So where to next, boss?
grinning Frosty, you're really starting to get it! Now, listen up, because we've got another job lined up. We're heading to the diamond exchange at the Luxury Hotel.
Oh shit, Gary! Big fish in the sea, huh? Alright, let's dive in! But remember, we're not alone in this pond!
puts on sunglasses and revs the engine Buckle up, Frosty, because this next job is gonna be our biggest score yet!
Fuck yeah, Gary! Let's hit 'em where it hurts! Who's gonna be our mark this time?
smirks Oh, Frosty, we're going after none other than the infamous Marcus Simon, the kingpin of the luxury goods trade.
Marcus Simon? Hell yeah, Gary! Let's cut that bastard down to size! What's the plan?
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Alright, listen up, Frosty. Here's the plan. We need to infiltrate the hotel unnoticed and make our way to the diamond exchange room.
Shit, Gary! That's a tall order! But alright, lay it out for me.
pulls out a map of the hotel and points to different areas Okay, Frosty, first we need to get past security.
nodding Got it, Gary. Security's always the fun sucker. What's our move?
smirks Don't worry, Frosty. I've got a little trick up my sleeve. We're going to use social engineering to fool those security guards.
Shit, Gary! You always know how to make things interesting! Alright, lay it on me. What's the ruse?
grins mischievously Frosty, we're going to pose as high-profile VIPs, complete with fake IDs and designer suits.
laughing Pfft! VIPs, huh? Let's hope they buy our bullshit! What about the diamonds, Gary? How do we snatch 'em?
pulls out a small pouch and tosses it to Frosty Inside this pouch is a batch of high-quality synthetic diamonds.
Are you fucking kidding me, Gary? Fake ass diamonds? Do you think Marcus Simon's gonna fall for that?
smirks Frosty, my man, you underestimate my skills. These aren't just any synthetic diamonds; they're the best damn fake rocks out there.
raising an eyebrow Best fake rocks, huh? Well, if anyone can pull this off, it's you, Gary. So when do we strike?
checks his watch We'll strike in three hours, when Marcus Simon is expected to arrive. We'll use this time to rehearse our act and get ready for the big moment.
Three hours? Shit, Gary! That's not a lot of time! But fine, let's do this.
claps Frosty on the shoulder That's the spirit, Frosty! Now let's go over the plan one more time. First, we need to perfect our VIP act.