[Bar]

MARINER: Hey, hey, hey. Come on, you're sparking my raktajino.
RUTHERFORD: Sorry.
MARINER: Maybe take a break, since we're, you know, on a break.
RUTHERFORD: I've been trying to connect my oculus to the Cerritos systems all morning. They used to work just fine, but something's not... Ah!
(Energy beam shoots out.)
TENDI: Boimler!
BOIMLER: I'm okay! I'm okay. Oh, since when can that thing shoot plasma?
RUTHERFORD: It's not supposed to. Ah! Particle headache.
MARINER: Hey, careful, Ruthy. This is our last Boimler. We don't got any more after this.
T'LYN: Hmm. You have experienced duplication?
TENDI: Oh, yeah. He got transporter cloned. The other one called himself William to kiss Riker's butt, but then he got killed by some random gas. Ah, but, you know, people are always coming back to life. Shaq's exploded, and he's doing great.
(Getting angry with his food.)
BOIMLER: It's okay. Sometimes the randomness of death matches the unexpected joys of life.
MARINER: I still can't believe he stayed on the Titan. That was one motivated Boimler.
BOIMLER: Yeah. I mean, if he were still around, I bet he'd be in some huge adventure. I wish I could have seen it.

[Quantum reality 582.76-Φ Bridge]

T'POL: Ninety seconds to the rift.
CURZON: Weapons armed and ready.
WILLIAM: Prepared to cross the quantum threshold. Again.
CURZON: Let's do this.
(Through a rift.)
WILLIAM [OC]: Captain's log, William Boimler of the Anaximander. Stardate er... confidential. I've been ordered to find and stop whomever's been trying to destroy the multiverse. But I find my enthusiasm... waning. While I'm not authorised to name the organisation that faked my death and sent me diving into rifts, I can talk about my crew of interdimensional castaways. T'Pol, my Vulcan First Officer, is an expert on human emotions after being married to Trip Tucker for decades. My tactical officer is Curzon Dax, from a reality where he hasn't yet passed his symbiont to Jadzia. Prone to injury, he's lucky we have Elim Garek, a brilliant Cardassian surgeon, and his husband, an Emergency Medical Hologram based on Doctor Julian Bashir. Everyone on this crew are from totally different realities, but we make a great team.
WILLIAM: Okay, give me good news, Dax.
CURZON: Negative. No sign of the mole rat.
T'POL: There is a Starfleet escape pod. I am reading a single lifeform.
WILLIAM: Who will it be? Neelix with a crew cut? Really big Spock?
(They beam the occupant onto the bridge.)
HARRY: Ooo, thanks for the save. I thought it was a goner.
WILLIAM: What a surprise. Another Harry Kim.
HARRY: What do you mean, another?
T'POL: Most of the crew are Harry Kims.
KIMS: Oh, who's this handsome guy? Hey, Harry. The Kim crew is thriving. High five, baby!
WILLIAM: I'm so sick of the fucking multiverse.
KIMS: Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim!
(After the titles.)
CURZON: (practising with a bat'leth) Have at thee.
T'POL: Repairs to the rift are underway, Captain. Must you do that on the bridge?
CURZON: You'll thank me when someone needs to be chopped.
HARRY: I thought the dimensional rifts were natural occurrences. Who exactly are you chasing?
WILLIAM: We don't know. But someone has it out for the multiverse.
T'POL: They have a ship that bridges dimensions by tearing them open.
HARRY: Whoa, whoa, whoa. There's more than two dimensions?
T'POL: Starfleet believes that there are an infinite amount of quantum realities. Each is represented by a sphere.
CURZON: It's like a bubble bath, but the bubbles are universes.
WILLIAM: The ship we're chasing is ripping open the bubbles.
T'POL: Creating rifts which weaken the integrity of all quantum realities.
HARRY: Why would someone want to destroy reality?
WILLIAM: Because they're probably a hacky evil version of someone we all know. A reverse Picard or Borgified Kirk or, fuck it, I don't know, human Worf. That's all the multiverse is. Just lazy derivative remixes.
HARRY: Did I say something wrong?
T'POL: The captain's patience has been... waning.
HARRY: Yeah, all the dimension hopping and no bad guy has to feel like treading water.
T'POL: That is an astute simile, Mister Kim.
HARRY: Thanks.

[Corridor]

GARAK: In some dimensions, I'm a tailor.
HARRY: Are they from the same reality?
CURZON: No, but they love to brag about how statistically unlikely their marriage is. Lovers never fall out of the rifts for Curzon.
HARRY: It must be cool seeing all kinds of wacky new dimensions. I wonder why the captain hates it so much.
CURZON: He's used to exploring the galaxy. Now he just goes from rift to rift.

[Kim bunks]

KIM 1: Harry! Always great to have another Kim aboard.
KIM 2: Did your Coyager get back to Earth or did you, like, settle in the Delta Quadrant?
HARRY: We got back.
ALL: Yes!
KIM 1: Told ya!
KIM 2: Yeah, yeah.
KIM 1: Wait, everyone, shut up! This Kim's got two pips!
KIM 3: No way!
KIM 2: You're a full lieutenant?
HARRY: Yeah. Wait. You're all still ensigns? That's fucked up!

[Sickbay]

BASHIR: I was reading about the original Doctor Bashir. Apparently, he was an avid racquetball player.
GARAK: He and Chief O'Brien were quite competitive.
BASHIR: Did they ever invite you to join?
GARAK: I took an oath to do no harm. Which includes humiliating my patients at racquetball. Ow.
BASHIR: Is it your shoulder again?
GARAK: Oh, there was a Bolian masseur on the promenade who had magical hands. I'll take you when this is over.
BASHIR: Photonic beings don't really benefit from massage. Wait, what makes you think we'll be living in your reality?
GARAK: Darling, I haven't thought about it at all.
BASHIR: Oh, yes you have. I know how you operate, Elim Garak. Our future home reality is still up in the air.
GARAK: My shoulder still has a knot.
BASHIR: Well then, it's a pity your Bolian isn't here to help.

[Bridge]

T'POL: The rift is almost repaired.
WILLIAM: Yeah, keep it up. I'm sure our friend will be opening a new one soon enough.
CURZON: Something just rocketed through the rift.
T'POL: A Starfleet shuttlecraft. Its engines are critical.
WILLIAM: They must have been traveling at warp. Emergency transport, now!
(Shuttle explodes, a Beckett Mariner in a yellow uniform is beamed onto the bridge.)
WILLIAM: Mariner!
BECKETT: Whoa! What in the...? Where am...? How did you...? Boims, I think that's T'Pol.

[Mess hall]

BECKETT: Okay, wait, wait, wait. So, you're a clone of a Boimler from another reality, so you've got like a backup Boimler at home?
WILLIAM: He's not a backup. We were transporter duplicated.
BECKETT: No way. That happened to my Troi. Yeah, her copy was stranded on a planet for years.
WILLIAM: That sounds familiar. That happened to my Riker, too.
BECKETT: Do you have a Tendi and a Rutherford?
WILLIAM: Yeah, but I haven't seen them in ages. What's your Boimler like?
BECKETT: Oh, he's the best. Still an ensign, gets in his own way. He wears a leather jacket at all times, which is weird, but we're used to it, like he sleeps in it. What's your Mariner like?
WILLIAM: Er, you know, she's a fearless adventurer like you.
BECKETT: Ha. Yeah, right. I am not really a fan of danger, or away missions, or anything that involves phasers. I'd rather be tinkering with plasma coils. What's with the look?
WILLIAM: Huh? N... nothing. It's just really nice having you here.
BECKETT: Yeah, I'm pretty great.
KIM 3: What's it like having your own quarters?
KIM 1: Did Janeway ever let you sit in the big chair?
HARRY: Of course! How have none of you ever been promoted?
KIM 2: You know, I guess between all the Borg infiltrations and aliens trying to steal our organs, it didn't seem like that big of a deal.
KIM 1: We're just happy to be in Starfleet.
HARRY: I ran into the same thing. Everybody gets promoted before Ops. It's like nobody knows what we do. Oh, what did you guys do with your Tuvix?
CURZON: Oh great, my favourite Vulcan.
T'POL: I was married to a human for 63 years. I know sarcasm when I hear it.
CURZON: I don't need to know-it-all picking me apart while I'm trying to eat.
T'POL: Are you sure you should be consuming that much sodium?
CURZON: What do you even know about the Trill diet?
T'POL: I know that you carry the Dax symbiont, which must be protected for its next host, of which there is none on the Anaximander.
CURZON: Oh, thank you so much for explaining that to me, you smug Vulcan petaQ.
T'POL: Your anger masks the fear that I am correct. Perhaps you should moderate your eating habits.
CURZON: Look, I live life to its fullest so the next Dax can actually learn something.
T'POL: Sodium is not a full life.
CURZON: Maybe it is for me, damn it!
WILLIAM: Wait, wait, wait. If you hate danger, then why did I have to rescue you from your own shuttle?
BECKETT: I didn't know the rifts emitted radial tachyons.
WILLIAM: Yeah, no warping or they make your engines explode.
BECKETT: Urgh, yeah, that was bad. But the good news is, now I know how to track the guy who's screwing up the multiverse.
WILLIAM: What?
BECKETT: Ah! Don't do that!

[Bridge]

BECKETT: Back on my Cerritos, I was trying to figure out why our entanglement processor kept needing a reset. Turns out, something was fucking up the superposition.
T'POL: The trans-dimensional rifts.
BECKETT: Yep. Every time one gets opened, a second one appears in some random other part of the galaxy. Conservation of energy. Each universe has a finite amount. If you create a rift...
T'POL: Another must open to accommodate the energy being pushed out.
BECKETT: So they're opening a rift, closing it up, and we're going to the wrong one way the hell far away.
WILLIAM: That's why we've never caught up. We've been going to the wrong rifts.
BECKETT: Every rift they open creates a huge influx of radial tachyons, but if we recreated those levels first...
WILLIAM: It would force their next rift to open right here.
CURZON: Where we'll be waiting.
WILLIAM: Mariner, you're a great engineer.
BECKETT: Why do you sound so surprised?
WILLIAM: Sorry.
(A short time later.)
T'POL: Radial tachyon levels are still rising.
WILLIAM: The trap is set. Let's see if this works.
CURZON: Come on, you little sneak. Show yourself.
BECKETT: Are the shields raised? Because this is feeling like a calm before the storm type sitch. Holy crap, it worked!
(A ship comes through the rift.)
T'POL: Captain, Mariner's plan appears to have been successful.
WILLIAM: They're running. Dax, target their engines.
CURZON: Direct hit. They don't have shields?
T'POL: They are attempting to escape by creating a new rift.
WILLIAM: Set a pursuit course. Full impulse.
T'POL: The event horizon is in flux. Our structural integrity will be damaged.
WILLIAM: We don't have a choice.
BECKETT: I hate this part.
CURZON: I love it.
(Through the rift to a rainbow reality.)

[Sickbay]

BECKETT: Medic, we got a battle-damaged Kim here.
GARAK: These Harry Kims are stronger than they look. He'll be fine.
BASHIR: In my reality, Risa has an entire moon devoted to growing heirloom grapes. The wine is exquisite.
GARAK: My Risa has two vineyard moons. Close that artery, will you? Each moon has multiple varietals.
BASHIR: I... I don't care.
GARAK: You will once you taste their reds.
BASHIR: You can't just unilaterally decide that we're moving to your reality. It's not fair.
GARAK: I let you choose what I had for dinner last night.
BASHIR: Well, that doesn't equal a lifetime in a strange universe.
GARAK: My universe isn't strange, and you aren't even made of carbon, my love. Why do you care?
BASHIR: Oh, pulling the hologram card.
GARAK: Forgive me. I take it back. My emotions got the better of me.
BASHIR: Hopefully your emotions enjoy sleeping on the ground tonight. This hologram will be in bed, alone.
GARAK: Urgh, humans.
KIM: Huh?
GARAK: Oh, not you.

[Bridge]

CURZON: We're in weapons range. Permission to blast these biHnuchs.
WILLIAM: I don't think that's such a good idea in the rift.
CURZON: This is our only chance.
WILLIAM: Dax, wait! Please tell me they didn't get away.
T'POL: Thanks to Curzon's insubordination, they were forced to make an emergency landing.
CURZON: Good.
WILLIAM: Take us down. We have repairs of our own to make.
CURZON: Don't glare at me. We got them.
WILLIAM: We fucking better.
BECKETT: Man, my Boimler's way chiller than this one.
T'POL: I do not have a Boimler in my quantum reality in order to make a comparison.
BECKETT: Oh, he's a big Starfleet nerd like Archer. You had one of those, right?
T'POL: Yes. And big Starfleet nerd is an accurate description.

[Planet surface]

BECKETT: Oh, stupid bog planets are the worst. They're just wet and cold and sad. Oh, how far do we have to wade?
T'POL: Their landing site is roughly 400 metres to the north.
WILLIAM: Keep your heads up. I don't know anything about this reality.
(A giant salamander wearing a scarf stands up.)
BECKETT: Oh, no way. I know these guys. They're super nice. We must be on Khwopa. Hey, what's up, my man?
(It snarls at her and dives into the bog, before popping up again to grab T'Pol and then Curzon and his bat'leth. They are surrounded.)
BECKETT: I'm starting to see why you hate the multiverse. Hey, you guys aren't mad about the stuff I said about bogs, right? Because I love bogs. Live long and...
(Dragged underwater.)

[Prison]

CURZON: You Kims okay?
KIM 2: Yeah, just a little soggy.
WILLIAM: Feral Khwopians don't make any sense. They're too cute to be mean.
CURZON: At least they aren't trying to drink our bones.
WILLIAM: You okay?
BECKETT: I've never been in a prison before. It's kind of freaking me out. Ah!
WILLIAM: A human? What are you doing here?
(A woman in Archer-era uniform.)
LILY: We crashed because of your unprovoked attack.

[Sickbay]

(A pair of Khwopians go through, Garak comes out of hiding then activates Bashir.)
BASHIR: Those ghoulish creatures tracked mud all over our sickbay.
GARAK: Stay here. Guard the ship. I'll save the crew.
BASHIR: But Garak, you're just a surgeon.
GARAK: I am a surgeon, but not just.

[Prison]

HARRY: You guys seeing this? They didn't even put us in the cell with the commanders.
KIM 1: Eh, who cares? A cell's a cell.
WILLIAM: Don't act like this is our fault.
LILY: How is it not?
WILLIAM: Because you've been trying to destroy the multiverse.
LILY: I don't know what you're talking about.
BECKETT: Why are you so familiar?
WILLIAM: Oh, so then all the tears you're ripping through the fabric of reality are just what, for fun?
LILY: We always make sure to close them after we go through.
BECKETT: Holy shit, you're Lily Sloane!
LILY: Yeah. Have we met?
BECKETT: Boims, Boims, Boims. This is 'built the first warp drive with Zefram Cochrane' Lily.
WILLIAM: Wait, what?
LILY: I don't know what a warp drive is, but Zef did help me build our quantum reality drive.
WILLIAM: Well, in this reality, you're a depraved villain.
BECKETT: Okay, she clearly isn't.
T'POL: They do not look particularly nefarious, Captain.
VULCAN: We are on a mission of peace, exploring quantum realities to further our scientific knowledge.
WILLIAM: Well, then why didn't you say something?
LILY: We have directives which dictate ethical boundaries to contacting societies who can't cross realities on their own.
BECKETT: Well, whenever you cross to a new reality, you leave a second rift open.
LILY: What?
VULCAN: I told you we had not accounted for the dissipation of additional energy.
WILLIAM: This whole time, you weren't the bad guys. You were just a different type of Federation.
CURZON: We've been stranded from our home dimensions chasing after you.
LILY: I'm sorry. I had no idea.
T'POL: I believe she is telling the truth.
(A Khwopian sticks an electric pitchfork through the bars.)
LILY: They don't like it when we talk.
WILLIAM: Then they can let us go. You hear me? Your planet su... Ah!
(The cells are opened, then the Khwopian hits the floor.)
WILLIAM: Garak!
GARAK: I've never been one for face-to-face combat.
(Gives Curzon his bat'leth back.)
WILLIAM: This is our doctor.
LILY: Then why is he trained in combat?
(Garak takes out two more Khwopians.)
GARAK: Old habits die hard.
LILY: If you can help us repair our ship, I think we can get you home.
BECKETT: Kim crew, roll out!
KIMS: Let's go.
HARRY: Hmm.

[Planet surface]

WILLIAM: Hurry! It won't be long before some Khwopian realises we got out.
LILY: If your team can fix the power systems, the Beagle can get to orbit.
WILLIAM: Whoa. That's an older design, but the system should be similar to what we're used to. We should be able to manage.

[Beagle engineering]

CURZON: Ow! Stupid patchwork shit!
T'POL: If you are fatigued, I am able to handle this repair.
CURZON: Oh, you'd love to rub that in my face, wouldn't you, Vulcan?
T'POL: I would not.
BECKETT: So these glow sticks are what you use to cross realities?
LILY: Yeah, unobserved complex gluon cores.
BECKETT: Well, you might want to observe a couple, because they're fucked. I think we're going to have to hit the conduits from outside.
LILY: There's an access panel below the port stabilisers.
BECKETT: On it, boss!
WILLIAM: I can't believe you actually want to explore quantum realities.
LILY: You don't?
WILLIAM: I'd be happy to never hear the word multiverse ever again.
LILY: What's wrong with exploring?
WILLIAM: Oh, real exploring is great. We go out into the galaxy and visit strange new worlds. What you do isn't exploring.
LILY: I must look like I'm stuck in one spot, huh?
WILLIAM: The multiverse is just a rehash of stuff I already know.
LILY: You sound a lot like Zef. It took him a minute to get it, too.

[Planet surface]

LILY: We don't need to meet new species.
WILLIAM: Okay, then why bother exploring at all?
LILY: To better understand ourselves. It's fun to learn about aliens, but learning about humanity? That's something else. I've met humans who've built rings around the sun. I've met others whose ships are the size of continents. I'm learning about what humans can be, mapping our potential. So far, it's limitless.
WILLIAM: I never thought about it like that.
LILY: Look at Mariner. Your friendship transcends realities. Trust like that is powerful stuff.
(Beagle takes off.)
BECKETT: Is that supposed to happen?
LILY: Someone's stealing my ship.
WILLIAM: We need to get back to the Nax.
(Where they encounter more Khwopians.)
WILLIAM: We don't have time for this.
CURZON: I do. Keep going. This is how I relax. Calm down. Everybody's going to get their asses kicked.
WILLIAM: Curzon, be careful.

[Bridge]

BECKETT: My freaking calves. Stupid bog planet. So much wading.
WILLIAM: Open hailing frequencies. All channels. This is Captain William Boimler. Whoever's piloting that ship, you need to return to the surface, now.
HARRY [on screen]: Why? So you can take all these beautiful Kims back to their home universes where they'll be overlooked and disrespected?
WILLIAM: Kim, what the hell are you doing?
KIM 2 [on screen]: He tricked us, Captain. We don't want to be here.
HARRY [on screen]: I'm taking you back to my universe where Harry Kims can rank up.
WILLIAM: Hey, we didn't finish the repairs.
LILY: The Beagle can't maintain a fifth dimension without subspace gluons.
HARRY [on screen]: Spewing engineering nonsense won't work on me. I've got two pips.
WILLIAM: Curzon, get us into orbit.
CURZON: Aye, Captain.
T'POL: You are limping.
CURZON: I should have stretched before that workout.
(He is wounded. Anaximander takes off.)
LILY: We have to stop him from crossing into another QR. Without repairs, he's flying a bomb that could spread to all universes.
T'POL: The death toll would be beyond measure.
BECKETT: Damn you, two-pip Kim.
WILLIAM: Why hasn't he opened a rift?
LILY: The Beagle won't allow it until he's out of the gravity well.
T'POL: We will not make it in time at this speed.
BECKETT: Permission to try and juice the engines?
WILLIAM: Granted.

[Beagle bridge]

HARRY: Why won't you work?
KIM 1: Hey, this is un-Kim-like behaviour, pal.
HARRY: Shut up, Harry.
KIM 1: You shut up, Harry.
COMPUTER: Gravity well cleared.
HARRY: Ha, ha! I got it.

[Bridge]

MARINER [on screen]: Impulse increased by 15%.
LILY: The Beagle's falling apart.

[Beagle bridge]

HARRY: Brace yourselves for a better life, Kims.

[Bridge]

WILLIAM: Damn it, he's making a rift.
T'POL: Despite our increase in speed, we will not be close enough to intervene.
CURZON: Well, then we need to do a microwarp jump.
T'POL: The tachyon levels are too high. Our engines would overload.
WILLIAM: How are we supposed to stop them and not blow up?
MARINER [on screen]: The Beagle's creating waves of gravitational turbulence.
WILLIAM: And that's a good thing?

[Engineering / Bridge]

BECKETT: It means mass matters. If I can increase the gravity around the warp core, it'll be a tachyon shield and we can go as fast as you want.
WILLIAM: But won't that crush you?
BECKETT: Let's pretend I'm the adventurous Mariner from your reality who's okay risking it.
WILLIAM: Mariner!
(Mariner is pulled to the deck.)
BASHIR: Thought you could use a holographic hand.

[Bridge]

T'POL: Engineering is at ten times gravity, Captain.
WILLIAM: Curzon, warp us, now! Dax?
CURZON: Stupid salamander zapped me.
WILLIAM: Get him to sickbay. Mariner, I hope you're right.
(Anaximander jumps through the rift.)
WILLIAM: It worked! The warp core's not overloading.

[Engineering]

BECKETT: Great. Shut off the gravity.
BASHIR: Oh, right. Sorry.

[Sickbay]

GARAK: There's nothing more I can do. If we had had more time...
T'POL: Thank you, Doctor.
BASHIR: Garak, you do know I'll follow you to any reality.
GARAK: I'd do the same for you. I really don't care where we end up as long as we're together.
BASHIR: What? Then why have we been arguing?
GARAK: Because it's fun.
BASHIR: No, it's not!

[Beagle bridge]

HARRY: Ha, ha, ha! Nobody stops Harry Kim.
(Kim 2 punches him.)
HARRY: What are you doing?
KIM 2: We have to transport out of here.
HARRY: Why? I'm offering you a better life.
KIM 2: If that's what it takes, we don't want it.
HARRY: Hey!
KIM 2: Grab him!

[Sickbay]

CURZON: Well, at least you get a front row seat to my demise.
T'POL: I take no pleasure in seeing my friend perish.
CURZON: Since when are we friends?
T'POL: Since the day we met.
CURZON: I know Dax had a good run. Too bad that it has to end with me.
T'POL: I will remove your symbiont and return it to your reality.
CURZON: Won't work without a host.
T'POL: Then I must attempt to transfer your shared memories from Dax itself.

[Beagle bridge]

(Harry gets his phaser back.)
HARRY: Fine. You Kims are too weak to know a good thing when you have it. You want to know why you're all still ensigns? This! This is why! You don't deserve to come with me.
(All the Kims are beamed away.)

[Bridge]

WILLIAM: Welcome back, Kims.
KIM 2: Good to be back, sir.
WILLIAM: Can you get a tractor beam on him?
KIM 2: Negative. He's too far.
WILLIAM: Then target engines.
LILY: No! If you open fire now, it'll just make it worse!
WILLIAM: Worse than destroying all realities? Harry, you have to stop. That ship won't make it.
HARRY [on screen]: Nice try. I'm Harry fucking Kim, and you don't get to order me around.
(The Beagle enters the rift and explodes, the rift turns red and explodes.)

[Sickbay]

T'POL: That was... more katra than I had anticipated.
CURZON: You backed Dax up in that big Vulcan brain.
T'POL: I will protect and pass them on.
CURZON: Maybe you're not so bad, for a Vulcan.
(Dies.)

[Bridge]

(The exploding rift is expanding.)
WILLIAM: Lily, what's happening?
LILY: The explosion disrupted the coherence of the rift. Soliton waves will spread across all quantum realities.
WILLIAM: No, no, there has to be something we can do.
LILY: This ship has a force beam generator?
WILLIAM: A deflector, yeah.
LILY: With a directed soliton burst, I could use it to guide the wave into a single reality.
BECKETT: But then, won't you be dooming an entire universe to be destroyed?
LILY: It's either one or all.
WILLIAM: We need a reality that can respond to the threat. I know where to send it. Scan me. Use my reality.
BECKETT: What? Boims, no!
LILY: Are you sure?
WILLIAM: No. But I'm there, and so are you, and Tendi, and Rutherford. I know they can figure out a solution.
BECKETT: Why would you do this to your friends?
LILY: Because he trusts them.
WILLIAM: And that trust transcends quantum realities. Activate the soliton beam.
(The rift closes.)
LILY: Done. I hope you're right.
WILLIAM: I piggybacked a message to my duplicate. He'll know what to do.
BECKETT: Will he?
WILLIAM: Yeah, as long as he doesn't freak out.

[Bar]

BOIMLER: Holy fuck! We're all gonna die!

To Be Continued...