This is fucking ridiculous, seriously. Who was it who said we couldn't get out? I mean, come on...
[The sound of traffic is getting louder, until it's obvious she's in the doorway.]
Alright, so the collars are pretty fucking, well, fucked up, but that's not even the point. How do guys know if he's not just fucking with you psychologically? Y'know, keeping you all in here, going mad and killing each other off when the whole time the door was open.
[A hesitant pause, then mumbled slightly;]
So there's the chance he isn't, but if he isn't then, hell, at least you know how far I got.
[A deep breath. Her tone gives away the fact she's lost her nerve.]
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, fou--[There is an explosion of static and the signal ends.]