You may be wondering why the hell your lookouts didn’t sound the alarm. See, we are polite. I mean, I don’t know when they’re gonna wake up from that kind of shot, but they should wake up. Let’s just cut through the cow shit: You. Lose. It’s. Over. You’re gonna work up some apologies, and the person with the lamest one is gonna get killed. Then I kill Rick in front of everybody, and we move on. You have three, count them three minutes to open this gate, or we start bombing the shit out of you.