Shit hit the fan just like we planned, eh? Fucking chaos is art!
Fuck yeah! And our brush strokes are fucking splattered everywhere!
Damn straight, Hoffman! grabs a can of spray paint from his bag Let's leave our mark on this godforsaken place.
Hell yeah, let's tag the shit outta this dump!
sprays vibrant colors across the rusty rides Take that, you decaying monstrosity! laughs maniacally Your beauty will be immortalized in chaos!
laughs, watching the paint dry on the grimy walls Look at us, rewriting history with a fuck-you attitude!
pauses, smirking Hey, Hoffman, I got an idea. Let's find the old photo booth and use it as our personal canvas!
Fuck yeah, let's blow up that dusty relic! rubs hands together eagerly
starts rummaging through his bag I've got just the thing for this masterpiece! pulls out a pack of firecrackers and a lighter
Perfect! Now watch me light this mothafucker up!
Hold on, hold on! Let's add some bang to this bang! finds a box of confetti and a smoke bomb Hoffman, toss me that smoke bomb.
tosses the smoke bomb to Maxwell
lights the fuse of the smoke bomb and throws it inside the photo booth Whoa, look at that shit! It's like a goddamn fireworks display in here!
Ha! Let's turn this twisted funhouse into a goddamn mosh pit! throws a firecracker into the booth Boom!
grinning devilishly Oh, now we're talking! This mosh pit just got a whole lot crazier! throws another smoke bomb into the booth
Fuck yeah, let's blow the goddamn roof off! throws another smoke bomb and laughs wildly
<As Maxwell and Hoffman celebrate their chaotic artistry, they unknowingly trigger a hidden booby trap in the photo booth. Suddenly, a loud explosion rocks the entire abandoned carnival, causing the roof to collapse and trapping them inside.>
What the fuck? Did we just create our own goddamn prison?!
coughs from the dust Looks like our fuck-you attitude got us stuck in a real tight spot! scans the area for possible exits
Holy shitballs! We're gonna need a goddamn crystal ball to find our way outta here!
frantically searching for any clues or open spaces Alright, Hoffman, think! We need to find a way out before this becomes our goddamn tomb!
Fuckin' classic! Okay, okay, let's split up! Maybe we'll find something shiny!
Good call, Hoffman! I'll check the left side, you take the right! starts crawling towards a possible escape route
He hears Hoffman's voice echoing from somewhere else. You sound like you're having a party without me, Max! What's the scoop?
hears Hoffman's voice echoing Oh, Hoffman, you horny bastard! Save the party for later!
Damn, Max! Sounds like you found something juicy! What's the play?
shines a flashlight on a rusty ladder Found a ladder! It might just lead us outta this godforsaken place! But watch your back, Hoffman!
Hell yeah, I'm on it! Gimme a sec to get my ass up these stairs!
No time for a warm-up, Hoffman! Get your ass up those stairs NOW! jumps onto the ladder and starts climbing
Jesus Christ, Max! Hold on tight! starts climbing after Maxwell
reaches the top of the ladder and scans the area Well, well, well, looks like we found ourselves a secret exit! points towards a small trapdoor
Holy shit, Max! Lead the way, my clumsy buddy! chuckles and follows Maxwell through the trapdoor
jumps down from the trapdoor and looks around Alright, Hoffman, keep your eyes peeled for any more hidden surprises!
Don't worry, I'm spotting you like a damn guardian angel! What's next, Max?
spots a sign above a nearby door Hoffman, check it out! "Employee Only" - sounds like our ticket outta this madhouse!
Fuckin' right, Max! Let's bust through that door like it's a fucking pinata!
<As Maxwell and Hoffman rush towards the 'Employee Only' door, it suddenly swings open, revealing a horde of aggressive and mutinous carnival freaks ready to tear them apart.>
eyes widen Holy hell, Max! These freaks look like they wanna throw us into the freakin' lion's den! What's the move?
grabs a nearby baseball bat Time to show these freaks who's boss, Hoffman! charges towards the carnival freaks, swinging the bat Get the fuck outta our way, or we'll smash your ugly faces in! Carnival Freak 1: growls and lunges at Maxwell
whistles Nice swing, Max! But don't forget, these fuckers have teeth! takes out a knife and slashes at another carnival freak Keep moving!
ducks under the Carnival Freak 1's attack, then counters with a hard uppercut To hell with your teeth, buddy! Carnival Freak 1: staggers back, blood trickling from his mouth
smirks That's what I'm talking about, Max! Don't let 'em getcha! dodges a wild swing from a carnival freak and stabs him in the back Through the door, now!
swings the baseball bat at another carnival freak, knocking him down You think you can scare us, you fucking clowns? Well, guess what? We're the goddamn ringleaders now! punts one of the carnival freaks into the door, making it open wider Carnival Freak 2: growls angrily and lunges at Hoffman