Samantha: smirking Hey, slacker, where's my drink? You gonna make me wait all day?
raises an eyebrow Took you long enough. What'd you do, find a lost puppy or something? takes the drink from Vulpitt
Vacation? Are you kidding me? This is a business trip, Mr. Vulpitt. crosses arms
laughs sarcastically Well, well, looks like you're really lighting up! throws a bottle of sunscreen at Vulpitt
grinning mischievously Nice try, but sunscreen won't save you from yourself. sits down on a lounge chair
leans back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink We're here because our company decided to throw a little "team-building" retreat.
rolls her eyes Team-building, my ass. It's just an excuse for them to get us out of the office and away from our actual work.
stands up abruptly Ugh, I can't stand this place. It's so cliché and lame. grabs her bag
points at Vulpitt You're coming with me, of course! We're gonna ditch this lame-o retreat and find something way more fun to do.
Vulpitt and Samantha sneak out of the beach resort and head to a nearby nightclub, where they end up getting into a heated dance battle.
grinning, raises an eyebrow Oh, you think you can keep up with me, huh? starts dancing even wilder and more seductively than Vulpitt
smirking, leans in close to Vulpitt You're on, baby. Get ready to taste the heat. starts grinding against Vulpitt, making sure to make eye contact
pulls Vulpitt towards the dance floor Come on, let's show these fools how it's done! starts dancing even more aggressively, spinning and twerking
grinning, pulls Vulpitt into a tight embrace Look at you, trying to keep up with me. You can't handle this level of heat, can you?
no collapses from a heart attack
laughs mockingly Oh, you can't handle the heat? Figured. Weakling. leans over Vulpitt, smirking But hey, at least you tried.