Mortar Script

<strong>Generic Combat Idles</strong>

There’s more where that came from!

Had enough?!

I’m gonna grind you into meat!

Oh yeah, come to papa!

Like that, you ugly bastard?!

Bring it!



I’m hit!


What’s up?

What do you need?


Up in the morning out the rack
Greeted at dawn with an early attack
The Muties are knocking at the door
But I answer to the army corp

Hail oh Hail oh infantry
Bring the battle or follow me
Off to war we will go
To live or die, hell I don’t know

Toxic air and acid rain
Take a shot and feel no pain
but in my heart I have no fear
because my ranger God is here

Hail oh Hail oh infantry
Bring the battle or follow me
A wasteland ranger’s life for me
where nothing in this world is free

The mortars and artillery
The screaming verse around me
Jaggy shrapnel on the fly
Kills my buddy, makes me cry

Hail oh Hail oh infantry
Bring the battle or follow me
A wasteland ranger’s life for me
where nothing in this world is free

<strong>Cadence 2</strong>

A long, long time ago, I heard it on the radio

Sound so good to me, to be an army infantry

The bombs came down to lie, from waaaaay up in the sky

But I’m gonna fight it off, this radioactive holocaust

left right leeeeeft, keeping in steeeeep

left right leeeeeft, keeping in steeeeep

<strong>Cadence 3</strong>


Don’t bother with bloatflies and molerats brother

I’ve got a date with a deathclaw’s mother

Yao guai, yao guai, that’s for suckers

They don’t know that I’m gonna fuck her

left right, left right, left right leeeeeeft

Marching through the wasteland, keeping in steeeep




A barracks. And where there’s a barracks, there’s an armory.

Jackpot, soldier! This right here is what we call the motherlode.

The Republic of Dave, huh. It’s pretty impressive this town’s still standing. Dave must know what he’s doing.

Looks like raiders checked into this hotel. Time to put up a vacant sign.

The Enclave likes to send their bots through these old Pre-War towns. Not sure why – it’s not like anyone’s home.

<em>Note to self: This is for quest MS11 stage 10</em>
So you’re helping Lucas Simms disarm that bomb, huh. Wish I could help, but I’ve always been better at blowing things up.

<em>MS11 stage 15
</em>If you’re gonna blow up Megaton, you might want to give me a heads up, so I can slap some sense into you first.

Moriarty’s Saloon. I met a girl here once. She was real friendly, right up until the moment I told her I was broke.

Good thing you fixed all the leaks around here. Another day and we would’ve seen a conga line of thirsty beggars out front.

Looks like it’s time to play a little principal. How much you wanna bet these raiders ain’t got a hall pass?

<em>getscriptvariable, Nova Rent  == 1</em>
You’re a little young to be hiring hookers, don’t you think? But hey, far be it for me to come between you and a good time.

I love it when a trip to the grocery store turns into a firefight. What a time to be alive.

Wilhelm’s Wharf. Smell that fresh water air. Although I guess the water isn’t exactly fresh. Not after I pissed in it, anyway, hahaha!

The Anchorage War Memorial. Someday kid, we’ll get statues of our own! Just gotta save the world a few times first.

There’s a lot going on in this tunnel. You got rats nibbling at your feet and raiders chomping at the bit. Let’s just aim every which way and let God sort out the rest.

Now this is a man cave! You got booze, breasts, and bullets. Can’t help but feel sorry for the girls though.

Glad you helped Cherry out. I once got a girl out of a similar mess. She ended up being one of the best mercs I ever had the pleasure of fighting with.

Nothing says America like a good old fashioned convenient store.


Glad you aren’t helping those Jet addicts. The last thing we need is kids huffing that stale fart of a chem.

I get that they’re ghouls, but Jet’s a pretty addictive chem. Any more potent and it’ll melt your brain.


<strong>[Essential] Don’t take any unnecessary risks.</strong>
Roger that. I’ll take cover when I can.

<strong>[Non-Essential] Do whatever you can to win a fight.
</strong>Loud and clear. I’ll charge and barge.


If I can’t find my own men, then reuniting you with your pop is gonna be my main goal in life. I don’t care if there’s a hundred deathclaws between us and him. We’ll get it done.


<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>Ask the people of Big Town about their captured friends.</span></em>
<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>20 Rescue the Big Town captives from the Super Mutants.</span></em>

Let’s raid that mutie camp and free the captives. Leave no man behind.

<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>25 Rescue Red.</span></em>
<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>30 Escort Red safely back to Big Town.</span></em>
<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>40 [Optional] Rescue Shorty.</span></em>
<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>45 Escort Shorty safely back to Big Town.</span></em>
<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>49 Icon check Explain Red’s death to the people of Big Town. (If Red dies)</span></em>
<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>50 Icon check Speak to Red about your reward.</span></em>

Shame we couldn’t save Red. I feel like it’s my fault.

Glad we got Red back safe. But it’s not over yet.

<em><span style=”color: #800000;”> 200 Player has defended town from mutants</span></em>


You might want to ask this shopkeeper if she has any marbles for sale. Because I think she’s lost them, if you get my meaning.

A survival guide is a good idea, but you’d know what I’d like to see? A wasteland cookbook. Because I can barbecue them real easy. It’s the part that comes after where I run out of ideas.


<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>10 Find Bryan Wilks’s father.</em></span>
Hate to say it, but I’d be willing to bet old man Wilks ain’t among the living. The kid might be better off just moving to Megaton.

<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>20 Deliver the bad news to Bryan Wilks</span>
</em>Best you tell little Bryan his father’s a goner. I ain’t good with kids.

<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>30 Remove the source of the Fire Ants.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>35 Investigate Marigold Metro Station and remove the source of the Fire Ants.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>40 Eliminate all five Nest Guardians from the Ant Queen’s Hatchery.</em></span>
<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>42 (Optional) Do not harm the Ant Queen.</span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”>43 Send the Inhibitor Pulse from Lesko’s portable terminal or Kill the Ant Queen.</span>

Fucking ants man. Goddamn things are everywhere. Let’s melt ’em.

<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>45 Return to Doctor Lesko.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>50 Return to Bryan Wilks.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>52 Find Bryan Wilks in Grayditch.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>60 Icon check Find a home for Bryan Wilks.</em></span>

Doctor Lesko’s fucking nutso. I wouldn’t mind getting rid of him too before he gets even more people killed.

Well, at least the ants are finally gone. Now Grayditch can go back to being a big ol’ pile of nothing.

<em><span style=”color: #800000;”>10 Deliver Lucy’s message to Arefu.</span></em>
There’s nothing more important than family. Glad you’re helping Lucy out.

<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>15 Discover what the Family did in Arefu.
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>20 Check the West Residence.(see blood and guts everywhere)
</em></span>Looks like Lucy’s parents were murdered. Damn, we better find Ian fast.

<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>21 Check the Schenzy Residence.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>22 Check the Schenzy Residence.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>25 Report to Evan King.
30 Locate the Family</em></span>

<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>40 Locate Ian West.</em></span>

I don’t know if these guys are for real. But it don’t matter to me whether you’re a vampire or a Frankenstein. Murder’s murder.

<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>50 Speak to Vance about Ian’s decision.</em></span>
<span style=”color: #800000;”><em>60 Icon check Return to Evan King.</em></span>

Damn. Kid killed his own parents. That just ain’t right.


<strong>OLD LINES</strong>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><em>Mortar appears, helps player kill a horde of ants.</em></span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Hoo-ah, soldier! Sorry if I got in your way there. Just thought you could use a hand.</span>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Thanks. I appreciate the help.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> No problemo, soldier. Just doing my duty.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> The name’s Mortar, by the way. Pleased to meetcha.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>I didn’t need your help, and I’d appreciate it if you stayed out of my way.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Sorry about that. It’s just when I see some bug that needs killing, I don’t feel right until I’ve turned it into barbecue.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>You did more than give a hand. That was practically overkill.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Ha, well, the bigger the bug, the bigger the gun. I’m just glad I didn’t catch you in the crossfire.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>I was praying for a big galoot with a flamethrower to show up, and here you are.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Ha, maybe I oughta start praying to your god then, cause mine gots a little too much wax in his ears.</span></p>
<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Why do they call you Mortar?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Well, it’s one of them double meaning words.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Sometimes I’m the kind that lights the bad guys up. Other times I’m the glue that keeps it all together.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>What are you doing out here?
</strong>I live here! You’re standing on private property, my friend.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Why live at a toxic waste site?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Well, I didn’t put much thought into it, if that’s what you’re askin’.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> When I got here, my first thought was, “Does anyone live in this dump?”</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> And then I said, “Shit, I could I live in this dump!”</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> So here I am. Got a roof, some plumbing, and all the ants I can eat.</span>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>What about the radiation?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Sheeit, a little radiation never hurt anybody! Fuck, look at them ants. They’re as big as a boner on a brahmin.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>This place still has working plumbing?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Oh yeah, got water going up and down that steel asshole, clean enough to drink.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Of course, I wouldn’t recommend taking a sip, seeing as that’s where I shit.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Where do the ants come from?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Hell if I know. So long as they answer the dinner bell, I don’t think I care.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>I want to go back to my other questions.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Sure. Fire away.</span></p>
<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Do you ever get bored out here?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Yup. There’s not much to do save picking your nose and scratching your ass, and vice versa.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Shit, if you’re looking for some help, maybe I can tag along with you.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>What can you tell me about yourself?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Well, I’m not a religious man, but I am a spiritual one. And in my Bible, there’s a thing called “What goes around, comes around.”</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> So whether it’s the mercs, raiders, or some radscorpion with an attitude, when bad men get crooked, I feel like it’s our job to return the favor.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>You carry yourself like a military officer.
</strong>Well, that’s because I’m part of a militia called Mortar’s Mercenaries. They’re real famous. Hell, you might’ve even met their captain, ha-ha-ha!</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> That’s a joke kid, you oughta smile more.</span>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>But I am smiling.
</strong>Are you? Damn if I can tell. The last set of teeth I ever saw was on a deathclaw, and he wasn’t grinning, that’s for sure.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Say something funny and I will.
</strong>Woo! Now that’s a grade A burn. I’m gonna need some ice for that one.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>I don’t get it.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> <em>Mortar’s</em> Mercenaries, get it? The name’s Mortar. Damnit kid, if you ain’t following by now, I’m not sure it’s safe for you to be alive.</span></p>
<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>What happened to the rest of your militia?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> We got separated during a tussle with a raider gang.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> It was a real good one too. Bullets flying, people dying, and me, face to face with their leader.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> He was a real shaman looking motherfucker, like feathers and shit coming out of his helmet.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>A raider mystic?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Yeah. He was half naked, holding what I think was a five iron with a skull on it, chanting voodoo and shit like that.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Funny thing is, soon as he started chanting, a dust storm blew in.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> It was so thick I couldn’t tell a jarhead from a jimhat. And when it cleared, I was all alone.</span>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>That’s pretty bizarre.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> You’re telling me. I nearly got on my knees and started praying like I witnessed an act of god.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> But I got a feeling it wasn’t no miracle.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>I’ve seen weirder things out in the wastes.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Well, I’ve never seen anything like it, before or since.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> But this ain’t about one-upping each other.  I just hope my men got out safe.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Perhaps everyone was buried in the sand.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Don’t think so. I had dust on my boots, but there was concrete under my feet.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> But if you gave me shovel, I probably would’ve started digging a hole to China, looking for my boys.</span></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Sounds to me like you fled and then made up this ridiculous story.
</strong>No way in hell I wouldn’t have left my men, not a chance. They were family.</span></p>
<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Have you thought about looking for your militia?</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> I tried looking. Then I tried staying in one place. Neither seemed to be working all that well.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> So, I figure I might as well hang with you. See if I can’t do some good in the meantime.</span>



<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Hellos/Goodbyes</strong></span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Over and out.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>(slang for Loud and clear)</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Lickin’ chicken.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Hoo-ah!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Lock and load.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Loud and clear.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Let’s ground and pound.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Only you can prevent forest fires.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Discuss Tactics</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Sure thing. What’s on your mind?</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Stay close.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Loud and clear. I’ll be right behind you.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Keep your distance.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> You got it. Kicking back.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Ranged</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Got it. Lock and load.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Melee</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Okay. Hit ’em and quit ’em.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Follow me.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Roger that. Back in action.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Waiting.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Roger that. I’ll stand guard until you get back.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>That’s enough about tactics.</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> All right.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Trade</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Sounds good, soldier. Let’s trade.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> I got stuff to chew if you want it.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> No problem, Take what you need.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Dismiss
</strong>(his home is a literal dump as in toxic waste dump, so this should be said merrily)</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> All right. I’ll be back at that dump I call home.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Hire</strong></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Roger that partner. Let’s set this place on fire!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Combat</strong></span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Yee-haw! Let’s light ’em up!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Let’s put this meat on the grill!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Burn, baby burn!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I love the smell of barbecue in the morning!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Got ’em in my sights!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Military Cadence Chants</strong></span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>(Duckworth chant military cadence, excuse my horrible singing as I go through all of these)</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I don’t know if I’ve seen it all</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> But Deathclaw pussy will clip your balls</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Got a girl with her own loft</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> She said a ghoul’s hard on is mighty soft</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Four door Corvega and a barrel of rads</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Needle full of psycho and my foot on the gas</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>President Eden is a son of bitch</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Got Ebola in the ass and sores on his dick</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Sound off! 1, 2…Sound off! 3, 4!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>1,2,3,4, 1, 2…3, 4!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I got a gal in Rivet City</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> She’s got freckles on her titties</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Bubblegum, mutfruit, apples, and cram</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Dinner with your spouse and a date with your hand</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Sound off! 1, 2…Sound off! 3, 4!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>1,2,3,4, 1, 2…3, 4!</span>


<span style=”color: #999999;”>I wanna be a wasteland ranger!</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Iron, steel, blood, guts and danger!</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Hoo-ah! (Beat-beat) Hoo-ah! (beat-beat) Hoo-ah! (beat-beat) Hoo-ah!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Whoa, whoa, I gotta go</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Whoa, whoa, I gotta go</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Mama, mama can’t you see?</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> What the wasteland’s done to me!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I pet a mutant just for fun</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Now I hug a minigun</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Whoa, whoa, I gotta go</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Whoa, whoa, I gotta go</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>The first dog went to market</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> And the second stayed at home</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> But the third turned on the radio</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> And a superstar was born</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Number THreeeeeeeee dog Number Threeeeeee dog</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><strong>Idles</strong></span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Andale. A true slice of Americana.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I never understood what the big deal was with science and space rockets. Sure, this planet’s a hot turd on a stale bun, but Mars ain’t no picnic either.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I like the air in the wastes. Smells like maggots and cheap cigars. This place is just too clean.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>One of my men used to talk about this place. Had a thing for a ghoul named Sally, I think.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> He said you could stick it just about anywhere and it’d be just as good.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Marketplace here is a good spot to reload. You can never have enough bullets.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I don’t get this whole praying to a bomb nonsense. Praying to a gun, now that makes sense.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Feel that? It’s the hairs on the back of your neck. They’re standing so straight you’d think a drill sergeant just caught them napping.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I don’t know if I like following someone with your reputation. Then again, I ain’t exactly an angel.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>You’re doing good things out here in the waste. I oughta make you an honorary member of Mortar’s Mercenaries! Ha-ha-ha!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Big Town, huh? Doesn’t look all that big to me.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I know what it’s like to lose your men. I may have lost mine, but I’ll be damned if Reilly loses hers.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>They say in Pre-War days, this is where people went when they got sick. Which is funny, because I’m feeling sick just being here.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Mutants, mercs…just another day in the Wastes.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I don’t know what the hell that preacher’s saying, but it sure as hell ain’t English.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I believe in peace, but not pacifism. I’m a warrior, but I don’t like war.</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Although you gotta admit, it’s pretty fun to fight ’em.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Well lookee here, another a toxic waste dump. It’s like a home away from home.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Nice of the raiders to put up some targets in this house, and I don’t mean the graffiti.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Not sure why these ghouls came at us.  I mean look at me! You won’t find a friendlier face in the wastes.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>(sees person roasted alive)</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> &lt;shocked&gt; Shit! That is one fucked up barbecue!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>I can never fault a soldier for doing their duty. Even if it means dying in a hole like this.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”><em>abandoned car fort</em></span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Car forts are a helluva lot easier to sack than the real thing. But I bet they’re way more fun to build.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>”The Faded Pomp Estates.” I don’t even know what that means, but it sure sounds fancy. Doesn’t look it though.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>(sees blue pool of Nuka-Cola)</span>
<span style=”color: #999999;”> Hey, I may be as dumb as a box of rocks here, but isn’t cola supposed to be brown?</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>Ah! Nothing like clearing out a raider fort and then raiding the fridge!</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>See, shit like this pisses me off! You paint all over a perfectly good diner, and now the next person has to clean up.</span>

<span style=”color: #999999;”>We oughta help Hannibal find a new place to live. The temple ain’t much for security. I bet every single one of ’em sleeps with one eye open.</span>


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