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: | :Griffin troops arrived at a base. | ||
: | :Thompson: Ingram, I’m leaving this place to you. Prepare for your stationing. | ||
: | :Ingram: Huh? Me? | ||
: | :Ingram: 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. | ||
: | :Ingram: 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. | ||
: | :Ingram: (Sighs) I’m not here to make money. What I want is a bloodbath, Thompson. | ||
: | :Ingram: 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. | ||
: | :Ingram: Then what about the unspeakable things you did under the table? | ||
: | :Thompson: They were all within permissible range... Here, take this. | ||
: | :Ingram: What... A detonator? | ||
: | :Thompson: This is your job. Once you get it over with, I don’t care if you go batshit crazy. | ||
: | :Ingram: 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. | ||
: | :Thompson: Party to your heart’s content – within permissible range of our contract. | ||
Revision as of 23:33, 29 May 2020
Scene 1
- Griffin troops arrived at a base.
- Thompson: Ingram, I’m leaving this place to you. Prepare for your stationing.
- Ingram: Huh? Me?
- Ingram: 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.
- Ingram: 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.
- Ingram: (Sighs) I’m not here to make money. What I want is a bloodbath, Thompson.
- Ingram: 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.
- Ingram: Then what about the unspeakable things you did under the table?
- Thompson: They were all within permissible range... Here, take this.
- Ingram: What... A detonator?
- Thompson: This is your job. Once you get it over with, I don’t care if you go batshit crazy.
- Ingram: 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.
- Thompson: Party to your heart’s content – within permissible range of our contract.