Physique
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588 · Voice lines
A threat? Retaliate immediately. You'll see -- they'll fall over like bitch-leaves. These boys ain't got the cojones.
Bigger guns! Large-calibre motherfuckers that leave exit wounds the size of grapefruits.
Sweat pools up in your clavicles, a rancid smell of fear.
Serves her right. She only cares about her sovereign's orb and her silk robes and getting to the aerodrome on time -- to leave.
No, she doesn't care about you. She only cares about her shiny sovereign's orb and her silk robes and getting to the aerodrome on time -- to leave!
I don't know... I don't want to be the party-pooper, but this pale territory sounds sort of dangerous. Maybe you shouldn't walk in it naked.
Never forget: The whole world's a wooden house and you're a god damn flamethrower.
Hey, I've got an idea on how to fix your style. Maybe you should just go fuck yourself? Yeah, ever thought of that?
Damn, that felt good. Your heart's pounding nicely. You should tell people to fuck off more often.
Listening in on your calls? Between you and your station? A worrying prospect...
You don't have any fuckin' problems! Not a single one!
Is the amiable speedfreak becoming a bit cross with you? Sounds like it.