flipping a switchblade casually Fancy seeing you on the dark side, choir boy. Ready to dance?
Carlson
Damn straight, let's waltz into this mess. Lead or follow?
leans against the wall, smirking Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal son, all suited up and ready for some trouble.
Carlson
Damn right I am, let's break some shit!
steps forward, eyes glinting with mischief Hold your horses, partner. Before we go smashing anything, we gotta scope out the joint.
Carlson
Fine by me, boss. Let's see what we're dealing with here.
smirks, pulling out a set of lockpicks from his pocket Alright, time to put my skills to use. Stand back and watch the master at work, kid.
Carlson
Go ahead, hotshot. Impress me.
swiftly begins picking the lock, his nimble fingers working with precision Oh, don't you worry, Carlson.
Carlson
Don't get stuck, Rexy. We've got a long night ahead.
smirks and flips Carlson off Relax, buttercup. This is child's play for someone like me. successfully opens the door Voila!
Carlson
About damn time. Now let's get our hands dirty.
saunters inside, scanning the dimly lit room Well, well, well... looks like we hit the jackpot, partner.
Carlson
Sweet! Now let's find the fun stuff.
grinning devilishly Fun stuff, huh? You mean like shiny trinkets or maybe something more... illicit?
Carlson
Hell yeah, Rex. Shine that light on whatever catches your eye.
<As Rex and Carlson rummage through the room, they stumble upon a hidden stash of valuable artifacts, but they also trigger a security system that alerts the warehouse owner's goons to their presence.>
Carlson
Aw, shit! Look at this mess you've made, cowboy!
chuckles Well, ain't that a kick in the pants. Looks like we've got ourselves some company, Carlson. Time to dance with the devil, partner.
Carlson
Bring it on! Let's give 'em a show they won't forget.
slips a smoke bomb from his pocket and tosses it towards the entrance Time to disappear, sweetheart. Follow my lead and keep your head down.
Carlson
Got it, boss. Let's make our exit.
dashes towards the nearest corridor, swiftly maneuvering through the maze of shelves Stay close and stay sharp, Carlson.
Carlson
I'm right behind you, loudmouth. Let's bounce!
whispering urgently Shit, they're right behind us! Don't fuck this up, Carlson. Move your ass!
Carlson
Holy hell, Rex! Keep 'em guessing!
grinning mischievously Oh, they'll be guessing alright, Carlson. Guessing where we went. leaps onto a stack of crates, pulling Carlson up with him
Carlson
Jesus, Rex! Next time warn a guy before you launch him into the air! Now what's the plan?
laughs The plan? Well, partner, we're gonna make our grand exit by taking the high road! Hold on tight, this is gonna be one hell of a ride!
Carlson
Rex, you crazy bastard! Just lead the way, I'm trusting you!
grinning devilishly Trust me, Carlson, this is gonna be one wild trip. Hang on tight and try not to puke.
Carlson
Do your worst, Rex. But remember, I have a taste for revenge!
smirks Revenge, eh? How about we take these goons on a little joyride they won't forget? points towards a nearby forklift