Martyn: --there, can I please come past I'm scared.
Apo: Open the door.
Martyn: I don't want to open the door, because I've seen what she's--(the door opens) no, she's got--run!
Cherri: (laughs) He's scared of my gun, he's scared of my gun, he's scared of my revolver. He's scared of guns.
Apo: Wait, here, we can terrorize him.
Cherri: Oh, true.
Martyn: This feels like TOS, I'm-Imma be so real with you. It just (Owen laughs)--leave me alone.
Apo: No you, you stay there.
Martyn: Stay here--okay. Fine.
Apo: That was easy. (Martyn plays the 'ribbit' sound on his soundboard)
Cherri: Aren't the--wait.
Owen: Hello.
Cherri: Heyyyy.
Owen: Hello.
Apo: Hello.
Martyn: So what have you got--
Owen: Hi.
Martyn: --you, you must have something. The way that these games feel scripted, you've got something right now and I can guarantee it.
Owen: Oh yeah, I've got a gun.
Martyn: Oh for gods sake--(everyone begins laughing, Martyn stands from his chair, goes to crouch down in the background of his office) (through laughter, far away) How?! How?! (everyone is still laughing in the background)
Owen: I don't know, you were looking pretty suspicious mister.
Cherri: Yeah you look a little suspicious here.
Apo: Yeah, pretty suspicious, to the front of the train, we gotta check your ticket.
Owen: To the front of the train, yeah.
Cherri: Yeah.
Martyn: (finally coming back to sit down) Oh no, please no. Come on, come on--
Owen: We're gonna check and punch your ticket, we've decided.
Cherri: We've gotta check your pockets--
Martyn: There's my-there's my ticket, man. It's just my ticket.
Owen: Yeah okay, but I wanna see you
Apo: Ehh, looks forged, you gotta go to the front-front of the train.
Cherri: You gotta go to the front, yeah, you gotta to the front of the train.
Owen: Or the back of the train, whichever way you want.
Martyn: I'll go-I'll go this way.
Cherri: Whichever way you want, yeah yeah yeah.
Martyn: I'm telling you, you're making a huge mistake.
