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[Griffin troops arrived at a base.]<br> | |||
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Thompson: Ingram, I’m leaving this place to you. Prepare for your stationing.<br> | |||
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MAC-10: Huh? Me?<br> | |||
: | Seriously... How long do I have to stay here?<br> | ||
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: | Thompson: Probably quite a while. The military is still deploying their T-Dolls. They didn’t say when the action will take place.<br> | ||
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MAC-10: So why did we have to involve the military? We can handle those stupid tin men on our own just fine.<br> | |||
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: | Thompson: We’re a business. We should always avoid splurging ourselves if we can spend someone else’s money.<br> | ||
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: | MAC-10: (Sighs) I’m not here to make money. What I want is a bloodbath, Thompson.<br> | ||
: | I only joined your team after hearing about you.<br> | ||
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Thompson: Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed. All my actions were taken under Griffin’s instruction, never on a reckless whim.<br> | |||
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MAC-10: Then what about the unspeakable things you did under the table?<br> | |||
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Thompson: They were all within permissible range... Here, take this.<br> | |||
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MAC-10: What... A detonator?<br> | |||
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Thompson: This is your job. Once you get it over with, I don’t care if you go batshit crazy.<br> | |||
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MAC-10: Humph. So you’re not as dull as you claim to be.<br> | |||
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Thompson: Make an effort, Ingram. Be glad it’s Griffin you’re working for.<br> | |||
Party to your heart’s content – within permissible range of our contract. | |||
Latest revision as of 17:38, 17 August 2022
[Griffin troops arrived at a base.]
Thompson: Ingram, I’m leaving this place to you. Prepare for your stationing.
MAC-10: Huh? Me?
Seriously... How long do I have to stay here?
Thompson: Probably quite a while. The military is still deploying their T-Dolls. They didn’t say when the action will take place.
MAC-10: So why did we have to involve the military? We can handle those stupid tin men on our own just fine.
Thompson: We’re a business. We should always avoid splurging ourselves if we can spend someone else’s money.
MAC-10: (Sighs) I’m not here to make money. What I want is a bloodbath, Thompson.
I only joined your team after hearing about you.
Thompson: Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed. All my actions were taken under Griffin’s instruction, never on a reckless whim.
MAC-10: Then what about the unspeakable things you did under the table?
Thompson: They were all within permissible range... Here, take this.
MAC-10: What... A detonator?
Thompson: This is your job. Once you get it over with, I don’t care if you go batshit crazy.
MAC-10: Humph. So you’re not as dull as you claim to be.
Thompson: Make an effort, Ingram. Be glad it’s Griffin you’re working for.
Party to your heart’s content – within permissible range of our contract.