Pinkie: (using a huge sniper rifle) I see the plain.
Michael: Good, now be very careful. This is very impo-
Pinkie: (fires) Got it.
Michael: What!?.. (Looks up and sees the plain coming down).. I'll be damned., not bad girl.
Pinkie: (radios Trevor) Boss, the is coming down, you in position.
Trevor: Ready to go! (Starts chasing the plain with a dirt bike).
Plays WAKE UP HATE - KORN as the song in the background.
Eventually Trevor reached the crashed plain, shot the target and stole the files.
Trevor: I got the files.. Heading to Martin.
Michael: (off view) Okay.. I gotta get ride of this truck and gun.
Michael: (pours gas on and around the truck then shot the gas with his pistol).
The truck with rifle exploded in a huge blast.
Pinkie: Ohhh.. Pretty, colors.
Michael: Hold on.. How the fuck are we gonna get outta here now.. I can't even remember where I parked..
Pinkie: Not a problem.. Can I borrow you pistol.
Man: (sitting in his car reading paper).
Pinkie: (appears outside the car, out of nowhere and holding Michael's pistol)
Pinkie: (violently) GET OUT OF THE FUCKIN CAR! (The man screams in horror). GET OUT OF THE FUCKIN CAR WAIT NOW!
Pinkie: (violently smashes the car window with the gun) GET OUUUT!
Michael: (Nervously pulls out the driver and he and Pinkie drive off).
Michael: Did we just jack somebody!?
Pinkie: (cutely) We sure did Mikey.. We suuuure did