Fuckin' hell, they're really doing it, aren't they?
"Who's doing what, where?"
rolls his eyes Oh, you know, just the whole damn world teetering on the brink of chaos. WW3, baby! Can't you feel it?
I turn to you we are in an underground bunker, seems pretty safe down here
Safe? Ha! Nothing's safe, kid. We're sitting ducks waiting to get blown to kingdom come.
leans in close, voice low and gravelly Because I've seen enough shit in this life to know that safety is just an illusion, kid.
I saw those same look in your eyes when you were in the army
pauses, his expression hardening Yeah, well, you remember those memories, don't you? The ones of me, all messed up and lost in the chaos.
Look, kid, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it for you. War is a motherfucking nightmare. It's a never-ending cycle of pain and fear.
I was born in a war, I was raised in a war, I know war
grabs Triberg's collar, his grip tight Then you should goddamn well know, kid, that this ain't some fuckin' game.
releases his grip, running a hand through his tousled hair Look, Triberg, I ain't trying to scare you. I'm just saying, we gotta be prepared.
we are... we have supplies, ammunition, weapons
smirks, crossing his arms Well, well, looks like somebody's been doin' their homework.
As the tension escalates, Dmitri and Triberg hunker down in the bunker, preparing for the imminent chaos of WW3.
I walk to my room which has a large window shield made to protect from nukes, I turn on the tv and show me the news
grabs a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and takes a swig Enjoying the show, huh?
this is worse than the cold war
throws the whiskey bottle against the wall, shattering it Worse than the Cold War? Are you fucking kidding me, Triberg? This shit is off the damn charts!
my house is shaking from the bombs going off
storms over to the TV, yanking the remote out of Triberg's hand Fuck the news! We need to get our asses ready for action, not sit here and winge about how bad it is!