This thing is costing us a lot of money, what do we do?

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"Joe,
" "Wait, wait." I'm in my car talking to my nurse, who's examining my pregnant partner, whom I accidentally ran over.
"Oh yeah, by the way, didn't your car roll over in the previous scene? And yours too, by the way?
" "Yeah, but bang. We went to Norauto, I went to the pharmacy, and I'm feeling better.
" "Good.
" "Still, aaaah, I'm sad! Because I killed my favorite partner! And on top of that, her child is dead! I'm so sad!"

That's enough for the Miller, who explains that he's going to settle the matter whatsapp number list himself. In the rising night mist, he sets off ahead in his tracked car, searching the darkness with the spotlight mounted on it. And he ends up closing in on our heroes. Damn! What a shame we used all our mines in one place! Too bad. Max helps Furiosa pull off a fabulous sniper shot, and the car's spotlight explodes in the Miller's face, leaving him blind. And as a result, he starts... shooting everywhere, because it's funny.

Phew.

By a happy coincidence, all the bullets fired by the Miller, who, I remind you, fires at night, in the fog, while being blind, and all at two hundred meters, all fall right around our heroes! A little tired, Max decides to go and beat the Miller's face. He leaves with a can of gasoline, a lighter, a pair of underpants, two pins, a Nespresso pod and six paper clips. And disappears into the fog. A few seconds later, a terrible explosion sounds, and Max returns, covered in the blood of his enemies, and his pockets full of cartridges and weapons taken from the enemy.

Besides the fact that Max blows things up and collects post-explosion cartridges (because it's well known that gunpowder isn't susceptible to explosions), note the subtlety, and let's use my space-time machine (the one I use to slap Freud when I'm bored) to go back to the moment of the script's conception and observe the magic.


A mysterious studio, a Thursday at 3:12 p.m.

"Okay, guys, we were saying that the Miller was coming to beat up the good guys. Where we are, he's loaded with weapons that he empties in front of him, aboard his personal tracked vehicle, and…
" "Besides, if he's tracked, how has he been able to go as fast as the wheeled things so far?
" "Shut up, Michel, you're an intern, so you sit back and watch the pros do it." "Okay, so he's got his tracked vehicle, weapons, men with him, and Mad Max is almost in his underwear. How can we get him to get rid of them?
" "What if…
" "Michel!
" "No, but really, I have an idea!
" "Okay, but then be quick.
" "Okay: what if we say that Mad Max disappears into the mist and just like that, poof, he kills him off-screen without any explanation?"
– … 
– You… you mean that we don’t even try to justify ourselves?
– No!
– That we don’t even try to give Mad Max a weapon or something to explain how he was able to do it?
– No!
– That we’re making fun of people even more than we have been since the beginning of the film? 
– Yes!
– Michel: you’re on a permanent contract.