Story/Night 2-2 (Part2)/Script

[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.