[in the middle of the Sahara desert, Mera checks her tracker again]
Arthur Curry:
No, no, no, no! Will you just stop it with that? No!
[slaps it out of her hand]
Arthur Curry:
Your stupid Atlantean GPS just told you to jump out of an airplane over the middle of a desert, and now we are stranded...!
[a sinkhole opens beneath him, and he falls in with a yell]
Mera:
[sighs]
If you're the next true king, we're doomed.
[jumps in after him]
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