He ain't really a man, in the way you'd think. He's... -Gestures with his cigarette, getting his words in order- ...a series. Only not a bunch of machines. Showed up outta nowhere one day, started slaughtering people left and right. Went and took over the world, fuckin' jackass, and now they're biding they're time while we lick our fucking wounds.
Problem is, they're pretty hard to put down. You cut off a head or two, and you wind up with six instead of three.
Guy probably just went nuts one day. -Shakes his head- Always was a few cards short a full deck. Was just a matter 'a time for someone like him.
I miss what he used ta be, but... guess it was bound to happen. Now they've gotta be dealt with.
<Yeah, this is Hal. And no, I didn't wander off. I know where it's safe.>
<No, I didn't meant to say you were stu— that's—>
<-Gasps in Falcaen->
<How'd you learn to speak this language?>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?[1]
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(Hwheeeeeeeeze... shudder shudder...)
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