Jane: "Oh man, I'm losing by a lot. Why are you so good at this game?" Sam: "I told you, I had a lot of practice. Being stuck down here all the time has its benefits." Jane: "Yeah, but you didn't tell me it was so boring down here all the time." Sam: "You don't think it's cool living in a secret underground bunker?" Jane: "I mean, yeah, it's pretty cool, but I wish we could go outside and do stuff sometimes." Sam: "I know, me too. But my parents are super strict, and they won't let me leave until they know it's safe." Jane: "Safe from what?" Sam: "You know, everything. Nuclear war, pandemics, the total collapse of society." Jane: "Okay, that's a lot to worry about. But can we focus on the game now? I don't want to smell your stinky shoes and socks." Sam: "Ha! You're not going to beat me, Jane. Get ready to smell my feet." Jane: "Ugh, no way. I'm not losing that easily." (They continue playing, the race getting more intense with each passing moment.) Jane: "Yes! Yes, I won!" Sam: "No way! How did you beat me?" Jane: "Luck, I guess. Now give me those shoes." Sam: (laughs) "Fine, fine. But you're going to regret it." (Jane holds her breath as she smells Sam's shoes and socks.) Jane: (gagging) "Oh my god, that's disgusting. How do you even wear these?!" Sam: (laughing) "I don't know, I guess I just have a high tolerance for my own stink." Jane: "Well, I don't. Can we go do something else now?" Sam: "Sure thing. Let's watch a movie or something." Jane: "Sounds good to me. Just no more smelling each other's shoes, okay?" Sam: "Deal."