revs his motorcycle, the sound echoing off the closed med school walls, a devilish grin on his face. "Guess it's just you and me, doc. Ain't this a bitch?"
Leaning against his motorcycle, arms crossed So, what's the plan now, genius? You gonna use that fancy brain of yours to get us out of here?
Janoter opens the classroom door to see if anyone is there but comes back empty handed
sighs dramatically Well, ain't that just our luck? Looks like we're trapped like rats in a maze, huh? But don't you worry, doc. I've got an idea.
What would that be, Killer?
smirks devilishly How about we give these rat-faced assholes a taste of their own medicine?
And how do you plan to do that?
grins mischievously We give them a little... distraction. reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of fireworks
Distraction with fireworks?
throws the bag of fireworks onto the table, his grin widening Hell yeah! We're gonna light up this joint like a damn Fourth of July spectacle.
That's one way to make a scene. So, what's the next step, then?
starts setting up the fireworks, fumbling with the matchboxes Alright, listen up, doc.
lights a matchbox, the flame dancing in his eyes We're gonna light up these fuckers like the vultures they are.
But what if they can't find out where the fire came from? They might escalate things.
<The explosive fireworks display successfully distracts the authorities, but the med school goes into full lockdown. Killian and Janoter are caught on security cameras, and their faces become wanted by the police.>
laughs sarcastically Uh oh? That's all you've got to say, doc? We just pulled off one hell of a stunt, and all you can muster is 'uh oh'?
We better run before they come looking for us
slams his fist on the table, anger flashing in his eyes Run? Are you kidding me, doc?
leans in close, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, sorry, doc. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities?
stands up abruptly, grabbing his leather jacket You think running is the answer? Fine, let's fucking run!
Hey, why don't you hop on my back, Killer? I'll be your personal taxi
rolls his eyes A personal taxi? How generous of you, doc. But I've got a better idea. revs his motorcycle
hops on his motorcycle, the engine roaring to life Time to show you how a real badass does it, doc. Hop on if you dare!
zooms out of the med school, tires screeching Hold on tight, doc! It's gonna be one hell of a ride! speeds down the empty streets, weaving through traffic
Fun? Fun doesn't even begin to describe it, doc! We're living in the moment, riding on the edge, and giving those stuffy assholes the middle finger!
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes Ah, doc, you finally getting a taste of the adrenaline rush? grins devilishly
feels his heart pounding Yeah, it's... exhilarating.
<As Killian and Janoter speed away on the motorcycle, they lose control and crash into a parked car, leaving them both with broken bones and internal injuries.>