John, Kate, Chase, Ash, EMOD, Tanny, Alex, and Diego get in Agent James Flacco Spock Cutler's limo. The other trollfighters rush to it.
JOHN: Come on! Hurry! Get in here! Fuck! Let's go!
CHASE: You bitches, hurry the fuck up! Trouble's here!
KATE: Come on! They're gonna put bullets in your anuses!
DIEGO: Hurry up! And why did John's wife steal my quote?!
TANNY: LET'S GO, MOTHERFUCKERS!
Hollis, J. Khan, Matthew Reimer, Mr. Khan, Brian Harris, Sam Varma, and Ryan Johnson make it to the car. Trolls arrive with machine guns. The trolls shoot. Bullets fly everywhere as Dylan Jones, Jeff Parker, and Sci-Fi Mark keep rushing to the limo.
KATE: GUYS, HURRY UP!
Dylan, Jeff, and Mark reach the car and quickly get in.
DYLAN: What the actual fuck kind of shit was that?!
DIEGO: Don't know, can't tell.
ALEX: JOHN, GET US THE FUCK OUT OF THIS JOINT!
John grabs the driving wheel.
JOHN: Hold on tight!
John pounds on the gas pedal. The limo drives fast all over the streets. Trolls arrive on trollian motorcycles. They begin shooting machine guns out of the bikes. Bullets keep flying like crazy all over the place. The bullets fail to hit the lomo, but land on several other cars and cycles and buses and taxis, all of which crash, explode, collide, and get fucked up real good.
The limo stops then reverses and turns rapidly, hitting the motorcycle trolls, sending them rolling down the streets crashing into several other automobiles.
The limo stops and the trollfighters exit the vehicle, discovering all this mayhem and chaos and destruction.
CHASE: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
ASH: This looks worse than the fucking July 7th bombings!