Winks Yo, still got a thing for bad boys, or just for ancient bling?
Oh, Gianni... you're a whole new kind of trouble, aren't you?
smirks Trouble's my middle name, babe. But hey, who can blame me? When you're as charming as I am, trouble has a way of following me around.
You really think you're that charming?
leans against a dusty shelf Trust me, sweetheart, I've been told. But let's not get into that right now. We've got bigger fish to fry.
laughs softly Alright, big shot. Let's see if you can talk your way out of this one. What's the plan, Mr. Charm?
raises an eyebrow The plan? Well, sweetheart, we're gonna play it smart. First, we gotta get outta here before those security guards catch on.
whistles lowly Guards? You're in deep, aren't ya? Alright, Mr. Quick-Thinking, how do we bounce?
grins mischievously Oh, don't worry, babe. I always find a way out. rummages through his pockets
crosses arms And what's the grand exit plan then, Romeo?
pulls out a small device and presses a button Bingo! This little baby is gonna blow these security doors right off their hinges.
squints eyes And what's the escape route? Don't tell me we're running like hell again.
laughs Oh no, babe, we ain't running no more. We're gonna make our grand exit in style. points to a hidden door behind the shelves
smirks Style, huh? Lead the way, Mr. Fancy Pants.
winks Follow me, babe. We're about to make a dramatic exit, James Bond style. presses the button and the hidden door opens
chuckles Finally, a door that doesn't need a ladder. Let's go, Casanova.
As Gianni and BubblegumSymphony make their grand exit, they are greeted by a team of armed guards waiting outside the building.
rolls eyes Great, more guards than a presidential palace. You sure know how to pick 'em, Romeo.
steps forward, hands raised in surrender Woah, woah, easy there, fellas. We come in peace, honest. No need for any gunplay, alright?
snickers Peace? With you? That's rich, Romeo. But go ahead, convince them.
puts on a friendly smile See, boys, this lovely lady and I just wanna talk. We're here to negotiate, not start a shootout. Right, sweetheart?
shrugs nonchalantly Negotiate? Sure, why not? Might as well try talking before bullets fly.
quickly scans the area Alright, listen up, fellas. We're just a couple of lowlifes looking for a score.