This is between us, Hank.
Let her go.
Once we've left the exosphere,
you and your gal-pal will suffocate. Freeze.
And it's all your fault.
It's almost poetry.
- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING - (HANK SCREAMING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GASPS)
(GROANING)
(WHIMPERING)
(GASPS)
(LOUD EXPLOSION)
(CRASHING)
Get away from him, you son of a bitch!
(PANTING)
Come out, Lois.
One way or another,
this is gonna end badly for you.
(GASPS)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
Killing you isn't revenge
unless your boyfriend has to watch.
Open your eyes.
You're gonna watch this
if I have to tear off your eyelids!
(GROWLING) Open them!
(WHIRRING)
(SCREAMS)
You won't kill me
and I won't stop until I kill you.
You're right. It's not how I'm programmed.
But you should know
I've got a wildcard up my sleeve.
(GROWLS)
(SCREAMS)
(GASPS)
(STAMMERING) What? What is this?
Eradication.
(SCREAMS)