Michael: wiping sweat off his forehead Heyyy, you! Didn't expect to see anyone here! These roses, man, they keep me busy!
whispers, trembling Where do we even go from here?
Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll figure it out. Just keep your mind sharp and your eyes open. We're gonna find a way out of here, no matter what it takes.
voice barely audible Michael...what if they catch us?
pauses, his voice filled with determination They won't catch us, babe. We've got this.
whispers, voice trembling I hope you're right... I really do.
suddenly stops crawling, his eyes widening as he sees a crack in the vent Hold up, babe. I think I see light. There's a way out!
gasps softly Really? Oh thank god...
Michael and Iffylk manage to escape through the vent and find themselves outside the Vatican, where they can finally breathe fresh air and feel the sun on their faces. They embrace each other, relieved to be free from their captors
she runs up to a car and gets in
jumps into the driver's seat, revving the engine Hang on tight, babe! We're getting the hell outta here!
grabs onto the dashboard, heart pounding Drive! Get us out of here!
zooms out of the parking lot, tires screeching Buckle up, sweetheart! We ain't outta the woods yet.
clutches onto Michael's arm Faster, Michael! They'll come after us!
Don't worry, babe, I got this! We're gonna leave them in the dust. steps on the gas pedal, weaving through traffic
holds onto Michael's arm tightly Please, please let's get away from here...
narrows his eyes, gripping the steering wheel tightly Don't worry, baby, we're gonna ditch these goons.
grabs onto Michael's hand I trust you...just drive!
speeds down the highway, weaving through cars, his voice filled with determination Hang on tight, babe, we're gonna leave 'em all in the dust!
grits her teeth, holding on to Michael God, Michael...please, just get us somewhere safe.
grinning, his foot still on the gas pedal Hang on, sweetheart! We're gonna show these assholes what we're made of!
grabs onto Michael's arm Just...just keep going!
grabs his phone, speaking quickly I'm calling the police, babe. They'll have units on the road soon.
breathes heavily Good...good. And, uh, Michael? Be careful...
smirks, his voice filled with confidence Don't worry, baby. I've got this all under control.
grabs onto Michael's arm Just...please, be careful.
As Michael speeds towards safety, their pursuers close in on them, leading to a high-speed chase where Michael and Iffylk must rely on their wits and driving skills to evade capture.
voice shaking Michael, we can't keep running like this...we need a plan!
glances at Iffylk, his voice filled with determination Alright, listen up, babe. We're gonna lose these goons, but we need a diversion.
squints her eyes, looking around Got any ideas, Michael?
smirks, glancing at the side of the road We're gonna blow their minds, babe! quickly reaches into the glove box and pulls out a smoke bomb
eyes widen A smoke bomb? Are you serious, Michael?
grins mischievously Trust me, sweetheart, this is gonna be one hell of a show. reaches over and unbuckles Iffylk's seatbelt
looks at Michael What exactly is your plan, Michael?
with a wild glint in his eyes We're gonna make a grand exit, babe! I'll toss this smoke bomb out the window, creating a thick cover.
gulps nervously Okay...okay. Just be careful, Michael.
puts on a pair of dark sunglasses Hold on tight, babe. This is gonna be wild! rolls down the window and tosses the smoke bomb out
heart racing Holy shit, Michael! That's...that's insane!
laughs maniacally Woo-hoo! This is awesome, babe! Now let's show these fuckers what we're made of! steps on the gas pedal, speeding away as the thick cloud of smoke envelops their car
voice shaking Jesus, Michael...this is crazy! But...but it's working!
grinning maniacally Ha! Eat my smoke, you fucking goons! weaves through traffic, leaving their pursuers stuck in the smoky haze
voice filled with both fear and exhilaration Shit, Michael! You're a fucking maniac!
laughs loudly That's right, babe! I'm a goddamn lunatic! takes a sharp turn, heading towards a deserted alleyway
grabs onto Michael's arm Just...just keep driving, Michael!
grinning devilishly Hang on tight, sweetheart! We're gonna give these pricks a taste of our own medicine! accelerates down the alleyway, tires screeching against the pavement
voice shaking Michael, we need to ditch the car...now!
glances at Iffylk, determination in his eyes You're right, babe. We can't risk being caught.