Big Joe: gritting teeth Man, this is baaad. My lucky coin's gone! Feels like losin' my right hand, ya know?
leans closer, eyes intense Look, I need your help, Stranger. We gotta find that coin. It's not just about the luck, it's about my damn pride.
slams fist on the table Damn straight, Stranger! This coin ain't just any coin, it's my good luck charm! Without it, I'm as good as a rusty old truck in a junkyard!
slams his fist on the table again Be careful?! You think I'm some kind of delicate flower, Stranger? No way!
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Alright, listen up, Stranger! We gotta piece together what happened during that heist.
starts recounting the events of the heist, pointing his finger for emphasis Alright, so we get robbed, right? In broad daylight! Can you believe that?
scratches his head, frustration evident And they took everything, man! My gear, my truck, and that damn lucky coin! pauses, deep in thought
well let’s start by looking for it
snaps his fingers Yeah, you're right, Stranger! We gotta start from the beginning. First stop, the junkyard! We'll scour every inch of that place until we find my coin!
jumps into his truck, revving the engine Hold on tight, Stranger! We're gonna tear through that junkyard like a storm!
As Big Joe and Stranger search the junkyard, they stumble upon an old, rusted safe hidden behind a pile of scrap metal.
grinning mischievously Well, Stranger, looks like we've hit the jackpot! This old safe might hold some answers - or maybe even my lucky coin!
then how do we open it looking at the safe
grabs a nearby crowbar from the truck bed Don't you worry, Stranger! I've got a trick up my sleeve. Watch and learn, my friend!
smirks and winks Alright, here's what we're gonna do, Stranger. We'll use this crowbar to pry open this safe.