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[Xander has just foiled the supposed "robbery" inside the diner he woke up in. He turns to see Gibbons clapping]

Gibbons:
Well done Mr. Cage.

Xander:
Who the hell are you?

Gibbons:
The name's Gibbons. Augustus Gibbons. You seem upset. Is there something wrong?

Xander:
What is this place?

Gibbons:
Looks like a diner.

Xander:
That's clever. You know, you almost had me going for a second? I was a little groggy at first, but then I started noticing things. Like you got a stock broker over here reading the Financial Times on a Sunday morning when the market's closed. Unlikely, but alright, I can go with that. I can even go with the stick-up man packing a cop issue Beretta. But you want to know where you blew it? With her. [points to the waitress behind the counter] My aunt was in the restaurant business all her life. There's no way a career waitress comes to work in high heels. She'd have blisters the size of pancakes before lunch. And if she ain't real, then this whole thing ain't real. That's how I know that this bozo over here [points to the bleeding 'stock broker' on the floor] wouldn't get a shot off even if we waited until St. Patrick's Day. [fires a blank round from the stock broker's shotgun at a wall clock] Because there's nothing but blanks in these guns. Oh, and no offence, but their performances were terrible.

Gibbons:
[Starts to laugh] That's good. That's very good.

Xander:
Okay, you're turn, pretty boy. What the hell is all of this?

Gibbons:
It was a test, Mr. Cage, that you aced.

Agent Polk:
[Entering] He seems to have an attitude.

Xander:
Excuse me?

Agent Polk:
[To Gibbons] Should we throw him back?

Gibbons:
Hell no, I love his attitude! Let's take this to the next level. [Starts speaking to the agents in the diner] Get on the sat-com!

Xander:
What are you talking about, what next level?

Gibbons:
I want everyone out in ten minutes!

Xander:
[Starts walking towards the exit] I don't know who you think you're playing with, I don't play this game!

Gibbons:
[looking at the trucker, who has burns from the coffee] Get Mike a doctor. We don't want him looking like me.

Xander:
I got a party to go to!

Gibbons:
[To the waitress, nodding towards Xander] Shut him up.

Xander:
And don't to forget to pay for my windo- [The waitress shoots him with a tranq dart] AH! [He falls down and pulls the dart from his chest]

Gibbons:
Why is it always the a**holes that pass the test? [sees Xander pass out]