Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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Call down the hammer of truth and justice! With a firm punch that could shatter bone, you smash through the window. Why you didn't equip and use the prybar, who knows -- but now, release your secrets, lorry cabin!
With a firm grip you raise the prybar, a glint of light catching on the tip. Call down the hammer of truth and justice! Release your secrets, lorry cabin!
God damn, maggot! Drag your ass to the gym and do some reps right now!
But you don't have a prybar. The lieutenant would, but he drove away with it in his toolbox.
Good thing you have one!
Prybar in hand, you take a hard swing at the window. A loud thunk rings out and the prybar bounces back, leaving a tiny spider web on the glass.
Son, you got destroyed there. What an idiot you are...
She's into your masculine posturing! Your lean -- uh... husky and chubby brawn -- is pure animal magnetism.
Such wraiths may prove a formidable enemy. Suit up.
Not to mention great exercise!
Kids are always going missing. Weak, pathetic kids. Always getting themselves killed.
Wait! Did she just imply that you're fat? You're not fat! The body type she's referring to is called a Franconigerian hard-body.
Help her by... carrying things? Uhm... maybe she needs a weightlifter? Maybe she needs you to fight her husband? No, that's not it...
By god, this young man has the body of a decathlete. His lithe form was practically made for vaulting over the high bar!
Your hands are getting cold and your breathing becomes visible, forming small silvery puffs in the air.
A strange, metallic taste fills your mouth, as you stare at the intercom.
You wouldn't like it either. The others would laugh at you.