Crash and Burn/Transcript

Richtofen: Vell, it's only going to vork vor me. Zo vhat is ze point?

Kramer: Good luck, Edvard!

Richtofen: Voah. Lots of papervork. I'll gladly take zat. And zat one. And zat one. Nyahahaha! Nevermind, just zhese ones.

Richtofen: Fade, fade fade....

Kramer: Hey, you're back. Let's go fix ze gears.

Tanya: Can you boys stop talking for 5 secs?

Kramer and Richtofen: Okay.

Tanya: *sighs angrily* Whatever.

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Kramer: Ze gear fits here.

Richtofen: Vell, let me adjust it virst zo zhere is no malfunction.

Tanya: Zombie alert!

Richtofen: I'm busy?

Tanya: Seriously!

Kramer: I'll shoot, Edvard. Fix ze gear, and zen put it down so you can shoot. Zen I'll do ze rest!

Richtofen: Fine vith me. *humming until the gear is fixed*

Kramer: I've got it!

Richtofen: Alvright. Look! Ze door! Ut opened! VUNDERBAR!

Kramer: Finally!

Tanya: You boys are sooo weird.

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Demonic Announcer: No! You won!?

Richtofen: Ve...von?

Tanya: YES!!!

Kramer: We're going home, Edward! The zombies are gone forever!

Richtofen: Home?

Tanya: I have a bad feeling about how dark the room drastically turned.

Kramer: Oh, hush, Tanya. Zhere's nozzing wrong. Vright, Ed?

Richtofen: Yes, Tanya, shtop being an American and vake up-AHHH!

Kramer: What the!? Shoot them, Tanya! Shoot!

Zombie: *moaning and ripping at Richtofen's flesh*

Richtofen: HELP! DON'T SHTAND ZHERE AND LET ME DIE!

Kramer: Tanya! Keep shooting! I've got their heads!

Zombies: *make dying groan*

Kramer: Richtofen!

Richtofen: *breathing hard* Don't leave me....please........

Kramer: I won't. I promise. You have any alcohol, Tanya!?

Tanya: No...

Kramer: Aww dammit.

Richtofen: ...............zis truely is ze end...I deserve zis...

Kramer: No you don't! You're going to live. Please?

Richtofen: I'm sorry...

Tanya: He's gone, Kramer, he's gone. Come on. We need to go home.

Kramer: I should've died here, not him. It's not his fault.

Tanya: Stop talking that way, Kramer, and Come ON! Freedom! Richtofen's gone but he'll be waiting for us in the afterlife, so COME ON!

Kramer: I...I guess. Alright. Goodbye, Edvard...