[Oh boy. Well, the worst that happens is that he falls to his death and splits his skull open on the ground, which was likely to happen anyway because this ride just isn't sustainable. So Wash breathes out with a resigned whoosh of air and rolls his shoulders back in preparation.]
All right. Fine. Let's do it. Let's...get off this thing.
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All right. Fine. Let's do it. Let's...get off this thing.