Zevver: Good point.
He hands her the gun, and she shoots the incoming guards as Zevver climbs into the ship’s cockpit and puts a key into the control panel. The buttons around it light up, and a noise is heard from the engine.
Phantasm: Oh, thank f**k.
Zevver: Get in!
Phantasm looked at the cockpit. It was small, cramped, and probably could not fit two people.
Phantasm: Uh, where the hell am I sitting?
Zevver: I don’t know, but it’s better than not getting a ride home. Get in.
Phantasm: How am I supposed to fit in there?
Zevver: Shit, I didn’t think this through.
Phantasm: Ugh, this sucks.