"Murphy's Law…"
"What? What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of people SHOOTING AT US!"
"I said, MURPHY'S LAW! You know, Ben, the one that says that everything that can go wrong will go wrong?"
"I guess that does apply to this- DUCK!"
BOOM!
"Where'd they even get a RPG from? What the-"
"Better not to think about that now, we HAVE to get to the chopper!"
"Yeah, we should probably stop talking, you know, to save our breath."
"Good idea- SHIT- FU- I've been shot! Alex, I've been shot!"
"Where? Where?"
"My palm! ...Don't roll your eyes at me! I've been freaking shot!"
"Shake it off, Ben. It's just your palm; you've had worse. Besides, I got shot in my shoulder a few metres back, but I didn't complain!"
"You got shot? Wha-"
"Yeah, completely ruined my onesie, too. Damn, I'm going to have to get another one, the blood's not gonna wash off of this time…"
"You're wearing a onesie?"
"Didn't you notice?"
"I-I can barely see ahead of me, it's really late. But, why? Why are you wearing a-a onesie?"
"What, you expect every spy to be well dressed all the time? Besides, they did attack us at night."
"I'll never get how your mind works, Al-"
BOOM!
"Did-did they just blow up our chopper? Our only escape?"
"I think they did, Ben."
"Well, shit. What do we do now?"
"Umm… Run all the way to London?"
"In a onesie?"
"Yes."