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Home sweet home, everyone!
You can rest easy now! |
Sure am, missy!
There's a lotta nasty things in this dimensional rift here, but don't you worry: none of them were a match for my dual Rotary Lasers!
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Amazing work, sir!
I wish I could be you! |
Flattered, but let's keep this professional-- we got work to do!
I want this bald girl taken to the Civilian Authority where we can get her home!
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| And these two human-likes, I want escorted down to the labs for research!
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| SUNNY!!!! DO SOMETHING!!! |
| Leave us behind, save yourself |
| WHAT IS HAPPENING |
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* Whoawhoawhoa what the fuck do you think you're DOING!!???
* Those are my GUYS!! |
Don't you worry miss, they're gonna be well taken care of.
Our labs have been rated the most humane in the whole sector!
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* This is fucking-- what the fuck is even going on here!
* My man back there needs my help, he's got some mental health shit going on and being put in a fucking display case is not gonna help with that! |
| That's wonderful, really, but those two are headed down to the labs, and I'm pretty sure you don't have clearance. |
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* Auugh, come on!
* There's gotta be some kind of fuckin'... appeals process for this shit! Surely!! |
| I'm sorry, miss, but unless you're part of the science team we can't let you through there. |
Really, you should be grateful you got your hands on that rocket launcher.
No idea how you spun that.
They don't even let me use those. |
| It's just unfair! The Heavies get to lug around TWO rocket launchers, but if I ask for a measly ONE--! |
The Heavies have TRAINING! They are SPECIALISTS!
They have skills that YOU do NOT! |
Oh come on, you've talked to them!
The only special skills they have is ordering the Jumbo Meal at Chlerbeth's! |
You are an embarrassment, you know that? You embarrass me.
Going off like this, in front of-- |
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