If I let you go and you'll explode, it'll come back and eat at my conscience. 30 Minutes or Less

What do you want? Because we have nothing left to say to each other.

Last night, two guys in masks struck me and strapped a bomb to my chest and now I have less than nine hours to rob a bank.

Historical, great joke. I'm gonna go back to my class.

Is that thing real?

Two guys did this to me. And if I don't rob that bank in time, this thing is gonna blow.

And your first thought was to come to a school filled with young children!?

I mean, I think the vest is probably save for now. I mean, these guys don't want me to blow up on accident before I get them their money, right?

So you figured that two psychopaths that put a bomb on your chest made sure it was save. There's now margin for error that bomb is designed?

I need your help, okay. I can't do this alone.

If I let you go and you'll explode, it'll come back and eat at my conscience. And it'll effect my relationships with other people. Like my future wife and kids. We're having a pick nick or something someday and I would just be like: dammit, I shouldn't have let Nick explode that time.