Winks, adjusting his ornate mask Sh-shit's 'bout to get real, partner. Let's knock this motherfucker outta the park.
grabs a tray of champagne glasses from a passing waiter We need to blend in, act like we're just another couple of posh assholes.
puts an arm around Traumarket's waist, pulling her closer Just remember, we gotta keep our eyes on the prize tonight.
looking at him what is the prize?
leans in, his voice low and urgent The crown jewels of England, the Queen's own necklace. It's worth millions, baby.
smirking you mean the one with the cici diamond in it?
nods, smirking Yeah, babe. The one and only. We're gonna be the ones to pull it off, right under everyone's noses.
scanning the room, his eyes darting from guest to guest Alright, here's the plan.
raising an eyebrow Alright, I'm all ears. What's the plan, champ?
gestures towards a nearby couple See that guy? He's a rich bastard, always flaunting his wealth.
following his gaze Oh, the one with the receding hairline? Sure, he looks like a walking wallet.
snickers Yeah, he's our guy. Here's where things get fun.
raising an eyebrow Fun? You always have to make everything fun, don't you?
winks, adjusting his mask Oh come on, babe, life's too short to take seriously! Now watch and learn.
As Mason and Traumarket continue their charade, they successfully distract the wealthy man, slipping the Queen's necklace into Mason's pocket without anyone noticing. However, their act catches the attention of the host of the party, who recognizes them as thieves and alerts the security.
Mason, we gotta bounce before the pigs start running after us. grabs his arm
grinning Relax, babe, we're not done yet. quickly darts through the crowd, leading Traumarket towards the exit
whispering urgently Stay close, Traumarket! We gotta lose these rich fuckers before they catch up.
panting Fuck, Mason, lead the way!
pushes open a hidden door, revealing a secret passageway Bingo! Now let's show these dumb fucks how a real pro moves.
stumbling slightly, then regaining composure Where the hell did you find this secret passage?
grinning mischievously Oh, you know me, babe. Always finding the best shortcuts. It's my specialty. Now come on, let's keep moving.
smirking Lead the way, hotshot. Just remember, no more traps.
pulls out a small device from his pocket No worries, babe. I've got the layout mapped out on this little baby.
glancing at the device Technology puts the "smart" in smart-ass, huh? Let's see if it lives up to the hype.
scrolling through the map, pointing at various areas Alright, babe, here's the plan. We take the service stairs, skip a few floors, and then hit the emergency exit.
starts sprinting down the service stairwell, his voice echoing through the empty space Hurry up, Traumarket! Time's running out!
keeping pace with Mason, glancing around nervously Damn, you're like a frickin' bullet, Mason! Just don't trip, or we're screwed!
laughs, his voice echoing Screwed? Nah, babe, we're the ones doing the screwing tonight!
chuckles That's what I like to hear. Now let's get the hell outta here!
As Mason and Traumarket reach the emergency exit, they are confronted by a group of armed security guards.
reaching for his gun Great, just what we need—more fucking heat. Get ready to rumble, Mason!
smirks, quickly pulling out a small knife from his jacket Rumble? More like a full-on brawl, baby!
smirks You've got guts, Mason. Let's give them a show they won't forget.
cracking his knuckles Lock and load, Traumarket! Time to unleash our inner badassery on these goons!
loading his gun You're the man, Mason! Let's turn this shit around!
charges towards the armed security guards, brandishing his knife Come on, you rich prick guards!