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[Battle against Sangvis Ferri commenced at M9’s temporary base.]<br> | |||
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M9: Dummy of a Sangvis Ringleader detected! M21, get ready!<br> | |||
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M21: Here, say ‘cheese’, Sangvis scum!<br> | |||
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M1911: Their armored unit can’t react in time! Now, Ingram!<br> | |||
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MAC-10: HAHAHAHAHA! BOOM! GET BLOWN TO PIECES, SUCKERS!<br> | |||
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Thompson: Now, SuperSASS! Storm the control room!<br> | |||
The military are entering from the front. Don’t let them take the glory!<br> | |||
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Super SASS: Roger. Moving in!<br> | |||
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MAC-10: HAHA! RUN, SUPERSASS, RUN!<br> | |||
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[Sangvis troops started retreating.]<br> | |||
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M21: Make sure you beat the military to it, or we’ll have no choice but to kill them off.<br> | |||
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M1911: Don’t make that kind of joke, M21. What if they’re humans?<br> | |||
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MAC-10: Humph. Didn’t the humans make guns to kill each other?<br> | |||
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M9: Don’t listen to her, SuperSASS.<br> | |||
We’re adorable T-Dolls for civilian use, after all. We just have to act cute when we run into humans!<br> | |||
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Super SASS: (Forced laughter) Sorry, but I haven’t undergone such training.<br> | |||
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M21: Damn, you newbies have it easy. Back in my time, we had to take exams on making jokes.<br> | |||
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<br> | MAC-10: Ha, Then you must’ve joined Griffin only ‘cause you screwed up your standup comedy or something.<br> | ||
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M1911: You shouldn’t ask your companions about their backgrounds, Ingram.<br> | |||
We are all part of Griffin now. That’s the only thing that matters.<br> | |||
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Super SASS: SuperSASS has seized the control room. Repeat, SuperSASS has seized the control room!<br> | |||
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M21: The sun is up, and victory is ours.<br> | |||
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Thompson: 1911, make sure you ask for more dividends from Helian. That was exhausting.<br> | |||
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M1911: You’ll have to wait till I give the commander the kiss of victory.<br> | |||
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M21: So 1911 won the competition?<br> | |||
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M1911: There was no competition to begin with, was there?<br> | |||
Speaking of which, where’s M9? Has she gone offline already?<br> | |||
M9? Are you there?<br> | |||
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MAC-10: You’re too late, 1911. M9’s already rushing to the control center.<br> | |||
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Thompson: Haha, you really shouldn’t have saved her, my dear.<br> | |||
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M1911: ...<br> | |||
These Griffin T-Dolls...could really use some further grooming... | |||
Latest revision as of 17:55, 17 August 2022
[Battle against Sangvis Ferri commenced at M9’s temporary base.]
M9: Dummy of a Sangvis Ringleader detected! M21, get ready!
M21: Here, say ‘cheese’, Sangvis scum!
M1911: Their armored unit can’t react in time! Now, Ingram!
MAC-10: HAHAHAHAHA! BOOM! GET BLOWN TO PIECES, SUCKERS!
Thompson: Now, SuperSASS! Storm the control room!
The military are entering from the front. Don’t let them take the glory!
Super SASS: Roger. Moving in!
MAC-10: HAHA! RUN, SUPERSASS, RUN!
[Sangvis troops started retreating.]
M21: Make sure you beat the military to it, or we’ll have no choice but to kill them off.
M1911: Don’t make that kind of joke, M21. What if they’re humans?
MAC-10: Humph. Didn’t the humans make guns to kill each other?
M9: Don’t listen to her, SuperSASS.
We’re adorable T-Dolls for civilian use, after all. We just have to act cute when we run into humans!
Super SASS: (Forced laughter) Sorry, but I haven’t undergone such training.
M21: Damn, you newbies have it easy. Back in my time, we had to take exams on making jokes.
MAC-10: Ha, Then you must’ve joined Griffin only ‘cause you screwed up your standup comedy or something.
M1911: You shouldn’t ask your companions about their backgrounds, Ingram.
We are all part of Griffin now. That’s the only thing that matters.
Super SASS: SuperSASS has seized the control room. Repeat, SuperSASS has seized the control room!
M21: The sun is up, and victory is ours.
Thompson: 1911, make sure you ask for more dividends from Helian. That was exhausting.
M1911: You’ll have to wait till I give the commander the kiss of victory.
M21: So 1911 won the competition?
M1911: There was no competition to begin with, was there?
Speaking of which, where’s M9? Has she gone offline already?
M9? Are you there?
MAC-10: You’re too late, 1911. M9’s already rushing to the control center.
Thompson: Haha, you really shouldn’t have saved her, my dear.
M1911: ...
These Griffin T-Dolls...could really use some further grooming...