(Jane and Sam are playing a racing video game in Sam's bunker. They are both intensely focused on the game.) Jane: (concentrating hard) Come on, come on, almost there... Sam: (grinning) You talk to your car like it's going to listen to you. Jane: (laughing) Shut up and let me concentrate. (Suddenly crashes her car and loses the game) No! Sam: (victoriously) Yes! Looks like you're the loser this time. Jane: (groaning) Ugh, okay, okay. I'll smell your shoes and socks, just get it over with. Sam: (smiling) You know you love it. (takes off her shoes and socks, revealing incredibly stinky feet) Jane: (covering her nose and mouth in disgust) Oh my god, Sam. Your feet are so gross. Sam: (laughing) That's the smell of victory, baby. Jane: (taking a deep breath and sniffing Sam's shoes and socks) Ugh, it's so bad. How do you even stand it? Sam: (shrugging) I've got a high tolerance, I guess. Plus, it's worth it to see you suffer. Jane: (rolling her eyes) You're such a dork. (They both laugh and continue playing the game, unaware of the impending danger lurking outside of Sam's bunker.)