"Forget this Trasme." Scotty and Anthony try to leave. "We don't need your wibble remarks," Anthony whips out the revolver, "Alright, one explosive round to do us both in. Got it?"
The Mooks Escape the crossfire with Greed, save for the Frenchwoman's hand which is burned off. She grows it back, though, as she retreats in the shadow with her 'lover'. "How Rude..."
"Well, that took longer than it should've." Anthony said as he coughed out smoke. "You know what, we're probably going to see them again soon aren't we?" Scotty continued as he rubbed his twisted ankle "Just our luck."
"Hear that Anthony? The yelling? Avoid that- Its the one who thinks us stupid." "Any way to just plain leave? We're just stumbling about when you think about it. We're rejects, socially outlawed. I don't wanna be here as much as they want us here."