“I mean, there’s nothing to say you can’t still pretend to be smugglers.”
“It’s great! We smuggle something, then we steal it from them.”
“Would you hold that for a sec? Never mind the hissing.”
“Isn’t that his line?”
“We’ve already screwed up the underground anyway.”
“Remind me not to hit you with my magic stick.”
“I don’t know who would put north in an odd direction on the map.”
“When it starts changing, it’s really going to bake your noodle.”
“To be honest, I’m not sure you didn’t already change it.”
“Is it fragile?”
“Yes.”
“Is it explosive?”
“Yes.”
“So it’s not a child, then.”
“Look, I was a child once, and I didn’t explode.”
“Look, all I’m saying is the more wagons we sell that we didn’t buy in the first place…”
“The father said I had to be there to set it off after you leave.”
“You see this man here? He lives for blowing things up.”
“I do.”
“The last thing I want is a cart full of dead!”
“If he’s naked and dead, then he’s simply a corpse that we’re delivering.”
“I’m sorry, did I say corpse dealer or corpse stealer?”
“You know, the best thing about the standstill poison is that you can’t move, so you’re perfectly aware that you’re in a box with a dead body.”
“I’m going to learn about the kid at a psychiatric level, with the purpose of being able to attune to his ghost later.”
“The point is, we could have had him in the box for 2+ hours.”
“I know! He was sweating and muttering all over the place!”
“So this bomb is going to blow up more than the building?”
“Uh huh.”
“I have the best idea.”
“We leave?”
“No, the best idea.”
“I put a lot of work into that cart.”
“We know.”
“We just sunglassed our way out of that location.”
“He has permanent tinnitus.”
“Did I not tell you I read lips?”
“Tactical. Strategic bombing is where you bomb the country.”
“Precise. How about we go with precise?”
“I’m trying to figure out how I can tinker our heat down.”
“Make a big glowing sign that says ‘it was them the whole time.'”