>> BRITTANY: Hi!
>> WILL: I'm starving. Are you hungry?
>> BRITTANY: I could eat!
>> WILL: Do you wanna go get dinner?
>> BRITTANY: Yeah, I guess.
>> WILL: What are you in the mood for, then?
>> BRITTANY: Um, whatever you'd like.
>> WILL: Uh, pizza?
>> BRITTANY: Sure!
>> WILL: Or, I mean, we could go to Schwartz's . . .
>> BRITTANY: Uh, yeah, okay.
>> WILL: Or, there's the noodle place . . .
>> BRITTANY: Uh, you know, anything's great.
>> WILL: . . . Which one?
>> BRITTANY: I dunno, whichever you prefer.
>> WILL: Okay.
>> BRITTANY: Thanks! I had a great time.
>> WILL: Sure.
>> BRITTANY: I'll see you tomorrow, at game?
>> WILL: Oh, yeah, yeah yeah.
>> BRITTANY: Well, I guess this is goodnight.
>> WILL: Well, I mean, uh, if this is goodnight, um . . .
Uhhhhhh?
>> EVAN: BEEP BOOP.
>> WILL: C'mon, Astra, if you can't protect Noctus, we're all fucked!
>> EVAN: BEEP BOOP. The might of gods means nothing next to technology!
>> BRITTANY: We need to buy Noctus more time to decipher the golem's controls.
On my mark, fire one arrow over. I'll rush out and protect Astra.
>> WILL: But you've only got two hit points left!
>> BRITTANY: I'd best make the most of them.
>> WILL: Yeah, but I—
Uhhh. . .
>> BRITTANY: NOW!
>> WILL: Beep boop this, motherfucker!
>> BRITTANY: Metal demon, to ME!
>> ARTHUR: Wait wait wait, I got it, I got it! Shut down!
>> EVAN: Will . . . I . . . dream . . . beep . . . boop.
>> SHANE: Took you long enough, Noctus. I've been tanking that thing for ten minutes straight.
>> ARTHUR: We're breathing, aren't we? Thanks for taking charge, Corillia.
>> BRITTANY: Of course.
>> EVAN: There are two doors in this room.
The one you came in, and the one right here.
>> BRITTANY: Noctus, check it for traps.
>> ARTHUR: Nothing gets past the eagle eye of Noctus.
>> EVAN: Noctus checks the door and finds no traps.
>> ARTHUR: Noctus checks again. Gut instinct. Very carefully, this time.
>> EVAN: Okay . . . Noctus checks the door thoroughly. No traps.
>> ARTHUR: Ah ah ah . . . shouldn't do that.
>> SHANE: You checked it for traps twice.
>> ARTHUR: Noctus never misses traps, but something tells me—
>> EVAN: The door doesn't look bad. It doesn't smell bad.
>> WILL: Oh, but I bet it tastes like it'll fuck us up.
>> EVAN: It tastes warm and inviting.
>> WILL: Oh, so like my d—
>> EVAN: WILL!
>> SHANE: No, I'm starting to feel it, too. There's something funny about this door.
>> EVAN: There is nothing funny about this door!
>> BRITTANY: It's settled. We've been wearied by our fight with the golem.
>> WILL: Um, Noctus isn't wearied. We fought the golem; he just did the—
>> EVAN: Guys! The door is perfectly safe!
>> BRITTANY: We got what we came for. We have Xaeron's Key. Let's go.
>> SHANE: It's getting late anyways.
>> BRITTANY: Yeah, I guess it is.
>> SHANE: I got work, so I gotta split.
>> WILL: Wait, you work now?
>> SHANE: G'night!
>> EVAN: Guys, the door is fine!
>> WILL: Hey, um, I drove, Brit. Do you want a lift?
>> BRITTANY: Yeah! Yeah, I guess. Thanks. That'd be nice.
>> ARTHUR: C'mon. Let's go home and play some vidja.
>> EVAN: Arthur, don't you even want to see what's behind the door?
>> ARTHUR: Evan, with you, there's always a trap.
>> EVAN: Happy anniversary, guys.
>> ARTHUR: Oh, man, that looks good. Can I just—
>> EVAN: No.
You had your chance. It's my cake now.