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

"Blast it all," Newton muttered, dusting off his coat, "to think, the very principles of gravity hold us captive within this ironclad absurdity!"

Mansuper sighed, his eyes scanning the vault's thick walls. "Force alone won't solve this, Professor. We need a more... elegant solution."

Newton stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Elegant, you say? Perhaps a manipulation of the pressure differentials within these mechanical contraptions?"

"While you contemplate pressure, I sense the vault's structural weaknesses," Mansuper countered, "though brute strength carries its own consequences."

"Consequences, indeed! Every action, a reaction, equal and opposite, a universal truth even within this… predicament," Newton affirmed.

Mansuper nodded. "But sometimes, Professor, a greater force is required to prevent even greater imbalances."

"Ah, but is it truly force, or merely the redirection of existing energies, amplified by your… peculiar abilities?" Newton questioned, his gaze intense.

"Perhaps it's both, Professor," Mansuper replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. "A balance between understanding the universe and protecting it."

Newton paused, considering Mansuper's words. "Balance... a concept woven into the very fabric of existence itself, a principle worthy of admiration, even in a Kryptonian."

Mansuper smiled faintly. "And a principle, Professor, worth upholding, even within a bank vault."