“Samson: Shall we? [grunting] Jack how combustible is this stuff?
Jack: Without fuel? Not at all. Of course if it were to rupture—Shit.
[loud clattering] Samson: Uh what did you say would happen if that thing ruptured?
Jack: It'd burn like a son of a bitch.
Samson: Okay, well, the way out is up that way.”
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