Aristotle and Isaac Newton are stuck in Vault in a Bank Heist and forced to have a deep conversation.

Aristotle: Indeed, this confinement presents a curious paradox: we seek freedom by violating the very order that defines it.

Newton: Order, you say? I perceive only forces, vectors acting upon this vault's mechanism, a puzzle of cause and effect.

Aristotle: But surely, the *telos*, the purpose, of the vault is security, a virtuous end corrupted by these desperate actions.

Newton: Purpose is a human construct; gravity, inertia, these are the true governors, indifferent to human intention.

Aristotle: Yet, is not humanity's inherent nature to strive for the good, even when misguided, seeking happiness through ill-gotten gains?

Newton: Happiness is a fleeting sensation, a mere consequence of neural impulses; I concern myself with immutable laws.

Aristotle: Laws, yes, but laws both physical and moral; virtue dictates the pursuit of excellence, not the accumulation of fleeting wealth.

Newton: Excellence lies in the precise calculation of trajectories, the predictable outcome of applied force, the elegant simplicity of the universe.

Aristotle: But what of the soul, Newton? Can your equations account for the intangible essence that separates us from mere automatons?

Newton: The soul may be but a complex mechanism, yet to be deciphered, its workings as predictable as the orbit of a comet.