| Torturing The Snitch
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| Tell me a story, boy.
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| Pain goes in this end and truth comes out the other. That's... Newtonian. That's just the workings of the world. ( 2 )
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| You want to do less screaming I'd suggest you start talking.
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| Who are you? WHO ARE YOU?!
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| I want you to tell me something perfectly fallacious. I'll tell you what's true.
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| I don't think you understand, you alluring piglet. I know what you did, I just need to hear you say it.
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| How's the weather? How's the weather, you piece of shit? Are you cozy?
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| You called your mother lately? I need fucking facts, you commie shitbird.
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| Jesus Christ you look like my second wife, you know that? Spittin' image. Woman got me 'bout as hot as Missouri asphalt.
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| I need you to prove to me that you're an American. That's not a thing you can do with paper. Ain't a thing you can do with words.
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| Aw shit. I'll tell you, the slicker you get the better it feels for me. ( 2 )
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| I want to see lightbulbs, motherfucker.
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| Well he can't talk but this fucker sure can dance.
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| Talk to me.
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| I'm going to stop asking nice pretty soon.
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| You sure look like the truth, I'll tell you that much.
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| August Six. Nineteen forty-five. What happened August Six, Nineteen Forty-Five? Huh?
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| August six, August nine. You get me? You can say whatever you want. Anything goes.
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| Give me that truth. Give me that nothing.
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| Good lord, this is taxing.
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| That's gonna blister if I'm not careful.
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| Intro Cutscene
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| You. ( 2 )
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| WE GOT LAWS AROUND HERE. WE GOT FUCKING... Laws.
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| God damnit. You don't interrupt an ongoing investigation. The fuck do you think you're doing? We got laws around here. We got laws.
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| Well holy shit. I guess some ignorant motherfuckers decided they wanted to put some skin in this here game. Come on in.
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| God damnit. I nearly got this commie gold-bricking shit to talk. I was this close. Ruin my fun... I'm gonna cook the pink right out of all of you.
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| Who's interrupting my investigation? Who the fuck is... alright. Alright. The law is going to come down on you fucks with a darkness. Promise you that...
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| What in law's balls do you think you're doing? This man is under my protection. You fuck with him, you get fucked by me. Oooh.
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| Power Outage
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| This is my little piece of heaven. My rules. My guests have my personal safety guarantee. ( 2 )
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| You don't fuck with what's mine, not in this man's America. Lights out.
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| This is a twentieth century facility. Every door in it locked firm by the twin miracles of electricity and mechanized convenience. Ain't shit you criminal jackoffs can do now, is there?
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| Patrolling the Basement
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| You try to threaten a man under my watch and guard, you gonna get cooked from the asshole out.
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| What happens to you in the dark is just gonna be between us.
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| Truth is like the carnal act of love, it's simply a matter of power. Power you don't got.
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| I just love the possibilities of a pitch black room.
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| Thought I'd turn the lights out, you sweet, ripe young things. We can get intimate.
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| My house, my prisoner, my truth. All you get is full dark.
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| This little light of mine. I'm gonna let it shine... Let it shine, Let it shine, let is shine. ( 2 )
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| Won't let no one blow it out, no, I'm gonna let it shine.... Won't let no one blow me down, I'm gonna let it shine. ( 2 )
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| In the coldest dark of night, I'm gonna let it shine... ( 2 )
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| Stroke it with my leather glove, I'm gonna let it shine... ( 2 )
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| Like a plastic dashboard Jesus, I'm gonna let it shine, The law will put you on your knees, yes, I'm gonna let it shine... ( 2 )
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| Alerted in the Basement
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| That ain't yours to mess with. ( 2 )
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| What in hell you think you're doing over there? ( 2 )
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| You stop fucking with my property.
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| You wanna turn something on? Well I'm right here, you sexy bitch.
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| Genny only purrs for me, shitheel.
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| You looking for a little spark? I can oblige.
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| Power Restored
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| God damnit, do you know what you've done? ( 2 )
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| Ain't you a slippery collection of meddlin' shitbirds. Law don't get a day's rest in a month of fuckin' Sundays.
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| You shitbirds did it now. There's nothing holding the inmates in.
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| You let 'em out. You let 'em all out. It's gonna be a hot time in the shithouse now.
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| God damnit, they're gonna get out. You got any idea what you just fucking did.
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| While pushing the Snitch / After pressing the button in the office during Release the Prisoners
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| Prison break!
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| Jesus Christ they're all loose!
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| Everybody on the cell block dies!
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| Kill those slippery shits!
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| Jail break. I want everybody dead. ( 2 )
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| If any of those fuckers get loose you're all getting the stick.
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| By God we have a breach.
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| Murder those fucks. Extreme prejudice.
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| I don't want a single one of those bastards walking off the floor.
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| Protecting the Snitch
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| That man is my ward.
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| It ain't justice if it ain't mine.
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| That fuck stick ain't done talking.
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| You don't break my toys.
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| Every fuck in this room'll burn but him.
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| That man is my property.
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| You don't hurt my prisoner!
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| That man's asshole is mine!
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| He ain't done, not by a long shot.
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| You don't cook what meat I want raw.
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| No! God damn NO!
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| You hang in there, Danny! I'll save you.
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| Do I come to your job and eat commie shit?
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| Nobody burns that beautiful bitch but me.
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| Don't you hurt him!
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| You don't cook my songbird!
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| Stop that!
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| After the Snitch's death or freeing the prisoners
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| No! FUCKING NO! He was mine. ( 2 )
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| That's my god-shitting witness! NO! NO! I'll never... God. DAMNIT.
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| There is not a shitting chicken's margin of justice in this world.
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| You anarchist pinko fucks. This is how the world burns. This is how the shit rises.
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| FUCK. I wasn't done with him, not by a damn sight. I'm not done with you neither.
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| This country's going to shit and ruination.
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