"Jesus Paul we're screwed, we've got to get out of here, the mafia will be down here anyday to clean up and then we're -" Paul cut him off,
"Listen, Ken why don't we just get a plane out of here?".
"Paul you idiot, they'll be watching the airports and they'll be watching the highways, oh we're doomed..."
"I've got it!" exclamed Paul, he led Ken down the side stairs to the bottom floor of the mansion "Have a butchers at these", Paul indicated a room that could supply a small army with armour, weapons and ammunition. "You can't be serious, fighting would only get our asses killed quicker."