Abdul: Hey, Amira you up for the RPG tonight?
Amira: Uhm... No, I'm sorry, I'm busy... Y'know, praying.
Abdul: Alright, how about tomorrow night?
Amira: I'm, uh, well, it's a BIG prayer.
Abdul: When...When are you free then?
Amira: Look, uhm, can we talk about this later Abdul, I really don't know it's all so stacked up...
Abdul: Oh. Kay.
Abdul: The checkpoint awaits before you, a large wire-topped steel slab of a door taunting you with its goddamn immovable bulk.
Karim: Uh, alright, can you play Amira's character and have her use that explosive-
Abdul: No, she says no. Says she's busy.
Atheer: Oh Allah...
Abdul: Know what else? She turns to you all, and rips off the mask to reveal she was the infidel all along.
Sharif: What? But I remembe-
Abdul: SHE'S REALLY FUCKING GOOD AT MANIPULATING YOU, YOU STUPID LITTLE BASTARDS.
Karim: . . .Well, I ask
Abdul: TOO LATE! SHE TEARS OUT YOUR HEEEEEEEEEEARRRRRRRRTTTTTT