Interfacing · Voice lines

The muscles in your right leg tense up.

Not exactly an expert forgery. Don't Call Abigail would have signed something more like Domwtclall Abheqoeel.

Nooooo! That was my favourite thing, of all the things you have.

Nooooo! That was my favourite thing, of all the things you have. This had better be worth losing the pen for.

Good god, it's nearly impossible to describe how dirty this texture is. It's like rubbing two jellyfish skins together. You feel about 15% less human for having touched it.

A good, orderly task that leaves you feeling relaxed and accomplished.

Wow, the gods of mass production have made this alcohol container laughably easy to open. A child could have done it.

Please don't actually operate any fire-machines.

This calls for an engineering angle. Structural rigidity, exposed rafters, lattice-works -- that type of approach.

Meaning, there's been a change in some kind of evil clockwork. There will be consequences.

He really likes this. This motor lorry shit makes Cuno happy. You could say you interfaced with his good side.

What the hell is it about then? A city of toys? No, with this kid, it's probably made of cigarette butts. Or maybe sand and melting snow?

In a rush to demonstrate your badge, your eager fingers can't sustain a grip on the smooth plastic, and the badge slips out of your hand.

There is no fixing this one.

Best find a new player. A boombox, funky style? Maybe the guy at the pawnshop can help out?

I guess the only thing to do is to find a new player. Might be one waiting for you out there somewhere.

Hey! It's a chewing gum wrapper. It reminds you of the fruity juice of apricots. You should inspect it closer if you have time. Something about the wrapper's texture is familiar...

The pockets of these new jeans are perfect for sticking your hand into. Makes you look cool, calm, and collected. As your hand enters the pocket, your fingers brush against something... soft, yet crinkly.