Our submarine floats
  according to plan.
    We have a map,
      we have a plan.
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                       And THEN!

FEAR HAS INFILTRATED THE SHIP
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Why? What happened? How did we get here?
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We don't seem to know, sir.
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Quick, I need you to play dead!
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Lie down.
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On the floor.
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Yes, just like that.
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I  m  m  o  b  i  l  e.
D  o  n  't   m  o  v  e.
S l o w  E V E R Y T H I N G d o w n.
L i e  a s  f l a t  a s  a  l i n e.
A n d l i s t e n t o m e.
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We
will
be
just
fine.