Roy's junk is loose in the wild. eBay is already circling.
The inmates mutated. The only way out is through them.
Paws on the loot. Don't get caught. That's the whole job.
Aim the cannon. Wait your turn. The castle on the hill is personal now.
Every click looks like a guess. The good ones already did the math.
A long brick, a square hole, and a drop that does not forgive.
The floor is fire. Your crush is waiting. One wrong step ends the episode.
Train a pigeon. Punch above its weight. Meet god. (Also a pigeon.)
One button. Walk, jump, smash. The stars are still too far.
Plan the heist. Hire the crew. Don't become the story on page one.
Light is the enemy. Be inside the wall before it finishes looking.
Gravity just flipped. The hole did not move. You did.
Two blobs. One ball. Dignity is optional.
A dead rock. A few clicks. Suddenly there is weather.
Your ship is a junkyard with guns. The machines want it anyway.