"We're in the boot of a car. All of us. We're small now because of some bullshit. Anyway, we need you because you have the door. So... I dunno, do you have a torch or something? Maybe you're in a room with a door."
"The fucking up of the gasmask involved the mechanisms that keep it on my head despite all the shit I get up to. It's stuck. And I don't need a torch because I have night vision and a lot of fire."
"Then remove them. Take a screwdriver, remove the clamps from the mask, then take the mask off."
"Well, we don't really know where Paddy is, because he's as blind as a person who clamps a gasmask to his head without a way to remove it in case of mechanical failure. So, someone else might find him and steal the door."
"If you taught yourself well, it would be a cakewalk to disassemble the clamps."
I look over at Salt.
"Actually, it seems Salt wants to give up. And, uh... I agree with Salt. And New-Paddy agrees with me, because it's my turn to be New-Paddy. And since there are only two other people here, I'd call that a majority vote."
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