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* Fuckin' stellar work, retrieval!
* Don't mind me, I'll just handle processing for this one... |
| You sure, doctor? This one's much less... docile, than the others. |
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| * Nothin' I can't handle, she'll be right! Aheh. |
| I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!!! |
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* Would you have some bloody patience!?
* Fuckin' prying eyes abounds here, you're gonna blow my already-shaky cover...
* Fuck are you doing here, anyway? Didn't you escape with Yuno? |
| But the people who live there are TOO WEAK |
| So NOW I need to find Jiro and Polyta so they don't DIE or GET ME KILLED. |
| Now are you going to HELP ME or NOT? |
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* Ratchet down the cunt factor, mate, I'm on your side.
* Jiro's a fuckin' gun, of course I'm helping rescue him.
* And Pols... she's saved my arse on more than one occasion. I don't forget a thing like that. |
| Then let's MOVE already!! |
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* Slow your fucking roll!
* Don't wanna blow our load before we've even figured out which hole we're clapping. |
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* Pols and J were just here a minute ago, but some fucked up machine woman swung round and fuckin' abducted the pair of 'em.
* Been working on a rescue plan. |
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* Currently...? I don't even fuckin' know, try and go down and talk my way into giving them back or something?
* It's a prime cut of shit, I know.
* Even if I can get a word in edgewise, I can't guarantee I won't just freeze up and piss myself the instant she shoots me a nasty look. She's a scary bloody lady. |
| What does it mean to "piss yourself"? |
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| * We are not getting into that. |
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| * So those terms are familiar but y'know the definitions elude me... |
| Two species, locked in an intergalactic war. |
| The Aveans, of wing and claw, and bleeding indigo, |
| and the Humans, of hair and skin, and bleeding red. |
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| * Okay how do you know all that, but not what piss is. |
| This world. The one we are in, RIGHT NOW. |
| It is the same world as the game. |
| It's called Last Gun and it's about a space marine named Cliff Mason, and he's extremely skilled and powerful. Nobody can even touch him. You know the wretched angel with horns of slate, Cliff Mason could have beaten him easily, it wouldn't be even a question, he wouldn't even need to use his whole arsenal |
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* Okay. That's got... some real fuckin' implications.
* That I'm not gonna unpack right now.
* Pin in that. This mean you know anything about the facility we're in now? |
| Here? The Research Station? |
| They reuse this map three times at least. |
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| * So if I tell you the labcoats got a notion our lady's down in Underzone 3, on her way to the surface... |
| Take the vents. They can get us there in minutes. |
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| * Direct and to the point. Like I like to hear. |
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| * I think we're gonna have a long and fruitful career together, Nix. |
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