Chapter 17

chapter seventeen "Jack, we've got to stand up!" Quint says. "Together!" "Right!" I say. "On the count of—" But Quint doesn't wait for any count, and I'm suddenly hoisted off my feet. My back is flat against Quint as he takes off running. At that same moment, the Sentinel's heavy foot hits the ground—and lands on a puddle of Drooler's Ultra-Slime. The Sentinel's foot slides, and the towering monster lurches sideways. "It's going down!" June shouts. I turn my head just as the Sentinel topples to the ground with a thundering crash— Why am I the backpack? I want to be the legs. Trust me, friend. I would prefer not to be the legs.

第十七章“杰克，我们必须站起来！”五度音说。 “在一起!”“没错!”我说。 “数到——”但昆特不等数到，我一下子就被吊起来了。 昆特起跑时，我的背平靠着他。 与此同时，哨兵沉重的脚着地，落在了一滩流口水的超级黏液上。 哨兵的脚滑了一下，高大的怪物踉跄着向旁边走去。 “它要沉下去了！”6月大喊。 我转过头，哨兵轰隆一声倒在地上——为什么我是那个背包？ 我想做腿。相信我，朋友。 我不喜欢做腿。

The impact feels like a magnitude 7 earthquake. The force launches some guards off their feet and buckles the knees of others. "Think it's your turn to be the legs, Jack!" Quint shouts as he stumbles over a discarded hairwad, falling sideways, and then it's my feet hitting the ground, my legs running. I do my best to leap over a pair of toppled guards— but I'm not exactly Super Mario with Quint on my back, and we're about to fall when— "Hey, guys, I gotcha!" June says, grabbing my arm, steadying me. A screeching buzz builds around us. Then hundreds of footsteps—guards rising and running while more rush from the stalls and structures. Suddenly, Dirk is running alongside us, cradling Drooler under his arm like a football. "This place is getting real crowded, real quick!" "We need a way out," June says.

撞击感觉就像7级地震。 这支部队把一些警卫踢了起来，还把另一些警卫的膝盖扣住了。 “我想该轮到你做腿了，杰克！”昆特喊道，他被一个废弃的发丝团绊倒了，倒向一边，然后是我的脚撞在地上，我的腿跑了起来。 我尽我最大的努力跳过一对倒下的卫兵——但我不是背着昆特的超级马里奥，我们就要掉下去了，这时——“嘿，伙计们，我抓住你们了！”琼说着，抓住我的胳膊，扶住我。 刺耳的嗡嗡声围绕着我们。 然后是数百名警卫的脚步声，他们站起来奔跑，而更多的人从摊位和建筑物中冲出来。 突然，德克跑到我们身边，把流口水像抱足球一样夹在胳膊下。 “这个地方真的很拥挤，真的很快！”“我们需要一条出路，”琼说。

laundry truck. I'm telling you-every prison brake movie has a laundry-truck scene. Trust me, I can't believe we're talking about laundry trucks again. They're not laundry trucks. What else would those cars be carrying? Literally anything? "Although... There's really only one way to find out," June says, pointing down an alleyway as she skids to a sudden halt. "It went that way." I stop short—too short. Quint flips over my back, feet hitting the ground while flipping me up, and now I'm the one being carried. I would very much like to get out of this death trap diaper. We peel off down the alley, losing the guards for a moment. Running past an other-dimensional corndog stand—I jab my shoulder into the door, causing it to schloop open, as we continue past.

洗衣卡车。我告诉你，每部监狱刹车电影都有洗衣车的场景。 相信我，我不敢相信我们又在谈论洗衣车了。 他们不是洗衣车。 这些车还能装什么？ 真的吗?“虽然…… 真的只有一种方法可以找到答案，”琼指着一条小巷说，车突然停住了。 “事情是那样发展的。”我停住了——太短了。 昆特翻过我的背，双脚着地，同时把我翻起来，现在我就是那个被抬起来的人。 我真想把这尿布换掉。 我们沿着小巷散开，暂时甩掉了守卫。 跑过另一个维度的玉米热狗摊时，我用肩膀撞门，门被撞开了，我们继续往前跑。

"Now they'll think we went in there!" I announce proudly. As Quint turns the next corner, I spot pursuing guards pointing to the open door. "Told ya!" "Laundry cart! Up ahead!" Dirk calls. I spot the Lugswine dragging a Dumpster-sized cart toward the gate. We beat feet, and in moments, Dirk and June are climbing onto the cart. They grab Quint's hands, pulling us up, too. The hammock harness finally snaps —and Quint and I flop into the cart. And guess what?

“现在他们会以为我们进去了！”我自豪地宣布。 当昆特转过下一个拐角时，我发现追赶的卫兵指着敞开的门。 “告诉你!”“洗衣车!前面!”德克的电话。 我发现Lugswine拖着一辆垃圾桶大小的手推车向大门走去。 我们跺脚，不一会儿，德克和琼就爬上了马车。 他们抓住昆特的手，把我们也拉上来。 吊床的吊带终于断了——昆特和我扑通一声上了车。 你猜怎么着？

This is not a laundry cart. No, Dirk, No, it's not. "Who had 'hiding in a cart full of guts' on their bingo card?" June asks. Happy to see she's keeping things light, even with a discarded pancreas on her head. The Lugswine continues its lumbering path toward the gate, oblivious to the stowaways inside its cart. "Quint," June says. "Please tell me that was all worth it."

这不是洗衣车。 不，德克，不，不是的。“谁的宾果牌上写着‘藏在一辆装满内脏的车里’？”6月问道。 很高兴看到她的生活很轻松，即使她头上戴着一个废弃的胰腺。 Lugswine继续笨重地向大门走去，没有注意到车里的偷渡者。 “昆特，”琼说。“请告诉我这一切都是值得的。”

Quint grins and flips open the Maparatus. It lights up the cart. "It certainly was! We now have—" "SEARCH ALL EXITING MEAT CARTS!" a guard barks. We all freeze. The Lugswine snorts and begins to slow. We hear the chittering of approaching guards. Peeking through two slabs of monster meat, I see the prison fence's jagged gate looming over us. So close. "Yep. This happens in every prison-escape movie, too," Dirk says. "Guards always check the laundry carts." "Dirk..." June growls. "If Drooler wasn't here right now, so help me, I would—" A guard's snarl silences her. It's close. We all freeze, locking eyes. Footsteps crunch. A hiss whistles. And then— SHINK! The guard's jabby stick-arm suddenly bursts into the cart!

昆特咧嘴一笑，打开了马帕拉图。 它照亮了购物车。“当然是！”我们现在有——”“搜索所有离开的肉车！”一个警卫喊道。 我们都僵住了。猪哼了一声，开始减速。 我们听到走近的警卫的叽叽喳喳声。 透过两块怪物肉，我看到监狱栅栏上参差不齐的大门隐现在我们面前。 如此接近。“是的。这也发生在每一部越狱电影中，”德克说。 “警卫总是检查洗衣车。” “德克……”6月咆哮。“如果德鲁勒现在不在这里，我发誓，我会——”一个警卫的咆哮使她沉默了。 这是接近。我们都僵住了，眼睛紧盯着。 脚步危机。一声嘶嘶的口哨。 然后——收缩！卫兵的粗棍手臂突然冲进了马车！