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Max:
It's a trap.
Amy:
Whatever.
Max:
Hey!
Creepy shadows.
No bad guys. Confined space! Trap!
Amy:
Why are to you giving me such a hard time? You don't guess I can't handle it?
Max:
No, I know you can't hnadle it. I don't care if you're the marvellous score. You wouldn't know aplha gamma if it was tattooed on your forehead.
Dominique:
[acknowledging that that is not the best time for Amy and Max to be fighting] We are going to die.
Amy:
[to Dominique] No.
[Turning back to Max]
Amy:
As your senior officer, I order you to secure the vault, soldier!
Max:
You "order" me?
Amy:
Yeah!
Max:
[Gets gun ready] Fine!
Amy:
[They run in - nothing semes amiss] There!
That wasn't so bad. I guess you guys owe me an apology-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
[falls as trap doors oepns beneath her]
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