[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]