[thoughtful music playing]
How'd you two meet?
We actually met in the war.
Weren't you supposed to kill each other?
[chuckles] We tried. Bots had my whole platoon surrounded, broke my leg in two. The tin men circled up to finish off the job.
[chuckles] I look up, I see this big dumb construction bot peering down at me. I close my eyes, get ready to die, and instead, he just lifts me up, carries me out.
[Herm] You were cryin' like a baby.
Ha ha ha! Yeah, right. Not like a baby. You know they don't really know human emotion. It was a war cry. Like, "Yeah! W… Wolverines!" Please. You were sucking your thumb and begging me to save your ass. He's… he's correct.
[Michelle] Is that a mall? Seems to be in pretty good shape. Guess the Scavs haven't found it yet.
[Keats] There's supplies, shelter, defensible perimeter. Not the worst place in the world to hide.
[tense music fades in]
[Herm] Uh-oh.
Look out!
[Herm] That son of a bitch threw a fridge at us!
Herm, get us outta here!
I'm tryin'! Incoming!
Ow! Oh, he got me in the hammy! Oh no!
[Keats groans] Hold on! Oh no, we're goin' down! No, no!
[Keats] Ow! Who throws refriger— Son of a…
[dramatic music plays]
[music fades]