Fuck me sideways, look at that door. It's begging us to rip it a new one.
I'm all so up for ripping shit, mate. Let's blow this joint open.
grinning mischievously Oh, trust me, Baker. We're gonna blow this damn joint sky-fucking-high.
waves his hand dismissively Run? Who needs to run when we can damn well fly through that door like a pair of wild angels, mate?
whenever you give the word
looks around cautiously, lowers his voice Alright, listen up, Baker. Here's the plan.
leans in closer, whispering We're gonna need some distractions. I'll take care of the guards while you slip into the vault.
Cameras? Pfft, please. We'll deal with those later. For now, just focus on getting inside that vault and grabbing the loot.
ok, I'm in, what do I see?
smirking triumphantly Well, Baker, lucky for us, the vault's got a nice little surprise waiting for us.
holds up a small device This little beauty right here is a custom-made lockpicking tool.
As Baker opens the vault, he accidentally triggers a security alarm.
grabs Baker's arm and pulls him towards the exit Shit, Baker! Get a move on! We've got company coming!
grits his teeth, looking back at Baker Move your fucking ass, Baker! We gotta get out of here before those goons show up!
i start running out the casino
yelling over the sound of the approaching footsteps Don't stop, Baker! Keep moving! We can't afford any fuck-ups now!
yelling while running They're fucking chasing us because we just stole a fortune from their casino, that's why!
hissing Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Baker! We need to keep our asses moving if we wanna stay alive!
yeah, i know. we make it to my car
jumps into the driver's seat, revving the engine Buckle up, Baker! We're getting the fuck out of here!
slams the gas pedal, tires screeching Hold on tight, Baker!