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Hack:
He's, eh, yeah, enveloped.

Slash:
Eh, he's confined.

Hack:
Confined?

Slash:
He's...

Hack:
He's... he's trapped!

Slash:
Trapped!

Hack:
He's trapped, yeah!

Slash:
Yeah, he's trapped.

Bob:
I don't think so.

[Bob zips aside, the vehicles pass and Hack and Slash smash into each other, breaking into pieces]

Hack:
I *hate* when this happens.

Slash:
I do too.

Hack:
It's like a reckoning.

Slash:
Yeah, it's like...

Hack:
It's *your* fault...

Slash:
Yeah, but...

Hack:
and I hate it.

Slash:
My *arm*! Where's my *arm*!

Hack:
[Slash's arm lands on Hack's head] Ow!

Bob:
Sorry guys. End program. Better luck next cycle.