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.
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!