Sheena (charging ahead, veins bulging with effort):
"Hurry, Tarzan! I’ll handle this—just get everyone clear!"
Tarzan (wide-eyed):
"Sheena, wait—that door’s solid iron!"
Sheena (grabbing the iron handles, muscles swelling):
"Then it’s about to find out what I’m made of!"
[CRREEEAAAAK—BOOM!]
The ancient iron door rips from its hinges as Sheena hurls it aside like a sheet of paper.
Tarzan (grinning in awe):
"...Remind me never to arm-wrestle you again."