| Patrolling
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You're beautiful in the shadows, my darling.
Only in shadows?
Under arc lights, and by firelight, and in the cold glare of a surgeon's theater. Maybe someday I'll see you in the sun and discover a whole new kind of beauty.
"If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun."
You know me too well, love. We'll rouge your cheeks with the blood of beasts and shame the sun.
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You've been running too much. My heart is racing.
Simply the joy of a hound with blood in his teeth.
A sumpter who flees the lash is like a flower fleeing the sun.
We will make them understand. They'll lick our boots and pour our tea and thank us for the privilege.
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I long for our own bed. This pauper's nest of rags is ruining my posture.
Rest on my shoulder. We'll escape this place, and it won't be long. No-one can truly control us.
This is not even a prison, it's a puppeteer's box. All our dexterous little sumpters will set us free and elevate us to our rightful position.
You're as brilliant as you are beautiful.
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What a lovely smell.
Don't be crude, I'm freshly bathed.
I meant your potions, dearest, even if your musk leaves me ever weak-kneed and stiff-loined.
I've been noodling with the formula. A little ester of amyl and nitric acid to quicken the breath and encourage the beasts to suck it in.
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I'm hungry.
I know when you're hungry.
You starve me. You think I'm a cow. A fat, hideous cow.
Never, dearest. You are immense only in erotic power, the gravitational lodestar of my lust. But so long as your colon ends in my sinuses, I'm afraid I must insist on your gustatory temperance.
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What we leave behind is woven in the flesh of our subjects.
I want to crush their eyes in my teeth.
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Watch those fingers.
I was only scratching an itch.
Not every fold in your neck is yours.
Every inch of my neck is yours, for that c*nt yokes me, certain as the grave.
Keep talking, you'll make me ruin the starch in your collar.
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You've done it again, Arora. You have to warn me.
Don't embarrass me.
You'll spoil my breath.
Let a woman guard the mysteries of her sex.
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They hate us. They think we're vile.
The faithful hide their faces from God. Don't get awe mixed up with disgust.
They're only beautiful on the inside. Let's show the world their beauty.
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| Everybody hates the poor. Especially the poor.
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| You have to churn the cream if you want a little butter.
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| Don't distract me with that salty tongue, dearest.
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Something is provoking you, dear?
Did I say something?
Your heart is beating. I can smell the tang of your sex.
The hunt gets my blood up.
Me too, my love, and soon as the day's labors are done I'll give you the thrashing you deserve.
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I keep dreaming of Father. With his scalpels and tinctures.
Father's nothing but dead, he can't hurt us anymore. You held his heart in your hands.
That Doctor talks like he thinks he's our father. I hate him.
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| At least it's warmer than Buffalo.
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Easy there, darling. You'll lose your balance.
I was born into the equestrian class. This is only natural for me.
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Are you feeling well, darling?
My stomach is a little off. Too many eyes. Too much jelly.
You have to cautious, dear, you'll make me sick.
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I believe you have something on your collar, Otto.
Oh?
Below your right ear.
Oh.
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They have not right to judge us.
None whatsoever. Even if their station in life gave them permission, we are one body. One cannot be guilty of incest against oneself.
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I miss our mirror box. I miss looking you in the face while you please me.
Me too, my love. Me too.
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I know.... I know we are prisoners. I know we are in a living hell.
I hear a 'but.'
But. For the first in our lives we don't have to hide.
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Do you ever think father was right?
He was a cruel and stupid man.
If I could do it without hurting you, sometimes I think I would just die.
Even if you were standing on your own legs a mile away from me, you couldn't hurt yourself in the slightest without torturing me. Please try to put on a smile, Arora.
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| How could somebody still be so alone?
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| Start Chase
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| You're not supposed to see us.
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Don't you fucking look at us.
Get them, Otto. I want their eyes.
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| Get your eyes off my sister
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| You'll be a treat for my beloved.
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Beast.
We'll train you to the glove.
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| I am Leviathan.
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| Why you're only half there.
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I think they saw us.
I think they did.
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| You must be so lonely.
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| Would you like to meet my sister?
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| You can't be trusted.
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| I'll take care of you.
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| You've only half a life.
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| Oh, my sister's going to like you.
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| Half-life.
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| Get ready, Arora.
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| I hope you're hungry, sister.
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| Let's get you a snack my love.
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| During chase
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| Faster, you stallion. You great, swinging cock. Let's have them.
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| You want to see behind the curtain?! You want to see how the sausage gets made!?
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| Running from a dog will only get you chased.
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| My blood is up. Catch them for me. Catch them and I'll let you tickle me wherever you want.
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| Help me Arora! Slow them! Cripple them!
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I'm going fast as I can.
You want the spurs, love?
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| Mush! Mush, you rutting dog!
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| Ignorant rednecks and hausfraus. Every one of them.
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| Just get me in range, love.
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| A little closer and I can give them the medicine.
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Who are you to judge us?
They'll lick their blood from our boots, love.
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| Who are you to condemn love!?
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| What we have is beautiful!
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| Faster! I want to feel their eyes burst.
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This is war! Every man against every other.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
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Cleanse them, Arora! Soften them!
Just a little closer, dearest.
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| I will show you an enduring moral order!
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| We have traditions! We built this world for you.
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| Blocked by obstacles
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| How unseemly!
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| Trash everywhere.
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Careful, Otto! Good lord.
Sorry, my love, sorry.
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| Watch out!
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| Rats and their garbage.
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| Cunning little half-an-asshole.
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| Lost sight of the Reagent
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Only for the moment. The nights are long here, love, and you know the length of my endurance.
You lost them.
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Ils nous posent un lapin.
You'll moisten your collar talking like that, Otto.
You naughty rabbit.
This naughty rabbit needs a thumping.
When the work is done she will get it.
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| They just don't understand yet how much they need our help.
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You lost them, you dumb swinging cock.
Be kind to me, sister, I only want to make you happy.
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Impossible. Where did they go?
God gifts the wretched with a certain cunning.
Find them for me. I'm sick with violence.
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| You can't deny the will of the people. It's only a matter of time.
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Where...?
History is on our side, dearest. It only takes patience.
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Gone.
The shadows are kind to vermin. But history conducted by the hand of the gentry moves ever toward the light.
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Can you see them up there? Arora?
We've lost them.
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How could they evade both of us? It doesn't seem possible.
God despises us.
Don't be sad. We haven't lost until we've surrendered.
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We've lost again. We're too unwieldy. A god-forsaken abomination.
No, Arora...
Father was right. We're a cancerous miscarriage. We should have...
Shut your delectable mouth. You're strong, fierce, an erotic miracle and any man who says different I'll disembowel and flay.
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How could they just vanish?
It's their in-bred shame. They were born for shadows.
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| They got away from us.
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| You distracted me, you diaphoretic slut. If god and science had not placed us back-to-back, I would drown in your beauty like Narcissus.
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| Gone. Hopeless. Everybody leaves us eventually.
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| Somewhere else. The night is young.
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We've lost them.
They underestimate your endurance, love.
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| Hmm. They can't hide from both of us. Not for long.
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| Found hidden Reagent
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| Oh, lovely.
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| Who's the freak now?
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| There's no gutter low enough for you.
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| You wanted to be found, didn't you?
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Oh, but human nature is constant.
It endures.
Not like this one.
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| Peekaboo.
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| Attack (Melee)
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| Beast!
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| Yes, yes...
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| Scum.
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| Learn.
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| Vermin.
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| Worthless.
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| You will learn.
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| Don’t you look at me.
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| Prole.
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| Lovely.
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| Hurt them, dearest.
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| Kill the vermin.
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| Just leave us alone!
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| You just had to look.
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| Low life.
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| Careful, Otto.
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| Mind your jacket.
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| Teach them.
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| Attack (Throw - Miss)
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| I told you to hold still!
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| This is hopeless.
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| You made me slip!
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Shit. Shit!
You only have to try again, love.
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| There's more where that came from.
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No!
They cheated. Clearly. Try again.
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| It's not your fault, Arora.
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| That was my fault, love.
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NO! Shit!
We can always make more.
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| Sorry.
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| Well. Try, try again.
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| Bitch! Son of a bitch!'
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| Damn my eyes.
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| Steady on, Aurora.
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I spilled! Otto, you're not hurt?
Was only bracing, my love, it's wakened me to the chase.
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| They startled me, Otto, I slipped...
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| Scampering gutter-rat.
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| Only the vermin agility of the gutter class.
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| Grabbing or Executing the Reagent
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| It only hurts the first time, dear.
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| Don't be selfish, Otto, I want my piece, too.
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Is this one beyond salvation, my love?
All they can learn now are the finer details of hell.
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| I'll teach you to look at my sister.
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| You couldn't just leave us alone.
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You want to look at my sister?
Let me, Otto, please.
She can be the last thing you see.
Oh, goody...
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| Who's the freak now?
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| Stunned
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| Low-life scum!
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| Don't you touch my sister!
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| Prole scumbag.
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| We take care of you. And this is the thanks?
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| Filthy beast.
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| Agh! Are you alright, dear?
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| How dare you!
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| This is how you treat your betters?
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| Don't you fucking touch my sister!
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| Careful! He's more delicate than he looks.
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| How dare you touch us.
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| Don't you touch my mount.
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| Keep your filthy hands away from my sister's c*nt you vile deviant.
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| Otto! My honor!
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| Investigating
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They only know what they're afraid of. We have to show them what it is they want.
It's hopeless. They're too stupid. Too soft.
I'll make you smile yet, my love.
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| We'll rip the prying eyes from their miscarried faces.
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I want to die.
Don't say that, my love.
I want to kill.
That's the spirit.
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| You can't expect beasts to seek truth. Only a more fitting yoke.
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Could it be they want us to hurt them?
It's simply their nature, counter to our values, to the rightful way of the world.
They're scum.
Yes. And the burden of our class.
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Custom and convention. Continuity.
Such sweet words.
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I want them.
Me, too. But prudence, dear sister. We can't sink to the level of our prey.
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The burden of leadership.
You're tired, dear?
The ship of state won't steer itself, I suppose.
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You join the heard or you join the slaughter.
Filthy fucking beasts.
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There are too many of them. Too scared to trust and too stupid to control.
The burden of our class.
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| We're going to return this country to its glory.
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Are you okay, my love?
I'll make do. We do what we can from the shadows, we'll do we what we must by the blade.
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They don't understand the danger they're in.
When you ignore tradition, you stretch your throat to the future's blade.
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They must be so lonely. To go the lion's share of your life with no-one to touch you.
Maybe it's why they're so eager to die.
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| A terrible irony, being forced to look for someone so we can show them the way.
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| If only we could just gas the whole place and then sweep up the corpses.
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Disgusting. And tiresome how the wretched classes make us work for them.
It's the burden of wealth. And gives us the grand tradition of the hunt, preserving our comely physiques.
You taunt me with those strapping and unreachable thighs.
Tantalus beneath an arbor of lust.
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| I adore the hunt. Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
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| Participation is the cornerstone of any democracy.
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| Giving up the chase
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This is impossible.
Don't despair. We can find ourselves some more salubrious occupation.
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| Heavy is the head that bears the crown.
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You're not giving up?
God forbid. But we cannot abandon the electorate in pursuit of a single vote.
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Can you see them from up there, love?
No... Turn me around. They must be close.
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Must've scampered back to the gutters with the rest of the rats.
Well. The ship of state is sinking. They won't be able to hide long.
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| You're seeing things again.
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| Spotted Incapacitated Reagent
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| We appreciate your support.
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| It's all you little people who give us a mandate.
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They're ours now, aren't they.
Whatever you want, Arora.
Oh, I'm quivering.
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You got me a present!
Yes, love.
Well let me open it and see what's inside.
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| Don't ruin the eyes; I like to feel them burst.
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Look what I got for you, love.
That's the second nicest thing you've done for me today
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| Alerted by noise
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What is that horrible sound?
Poor beasts seeking a firm hand.
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| Quiet, my love. I hear an uninvited guest.
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Do you hear?
I do.
Then let's introduce ourselves.
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| I cannot stand a heavy tread among the help.
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| Do you hear somebody knocking about?
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| I hear a little church mouse.
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Why I believe I hear somebody having a bit of trouble.
It would be the Christian thing to help.
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It's awful the coarseness of the poor.
Rude beasts.
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| "Be not afraid, the isle is full of noises, sounds, and sweet airs that delight and hurt not."
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| The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
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Do you hear that?
Hush. That way.
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Agh! Arora. Love. You have to warn me.
I heard something. It surprised me.
I suppose we should have a look.
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Can you see anything up there? I believe I heard something.
Hmmm.
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| I need your eyes, love. I hear something.
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Could I ask you to play barrel man, dear?
I'm not putting anything up your ass.
No, no. As in a crow's nest. I hear somebody creeping about.
So just say that. Jesus.
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Stand straighter.
Hmm?
I heard something.
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Your heart's going like a jackrabbit.
I do believe we're not alone.
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| I hear a rat.
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| Alerted on sight (Otto)
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| There, Arora!
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| Let them have it, love!
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You see them!?
Yes. Steady.
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Arora!
I see. Hold still.
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My god, that thing's hideous.
They'll clean up nice.
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| Flush the prey.
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| There. Give them a little medicine.
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Love?
I see them.
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| Here. Throw.
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| A little chemical therapy, love.
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| Ah! If you wouldn't mind, my love.
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| Sister, dear? Introduce us to that hideous bum.
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| Alerted on sight (Arora with throw)
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| There! There, Otto!
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| I'll soften them up, for you, love!
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| There! There!
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| I want you falling off the bone.
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There my love.
Hold steady...
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| Steady, Otto, I see them!
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| Hold still!
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| There, dear! You set them up and I'll knock them down.
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Get ready, Otto.
Always.
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| Try and run from me...
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| You need to take your medicine.
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| Alerted on sight (Arora without throw)
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Give me another!
It takes a moment, dear.
Damnation...
Hell is truth seen too late.
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| I need another bottle!
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| There, Otto!
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Look!
Where?
Turn around. Good lord.
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| There! There, you great swinging cock. Get them!
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There's one.
Poison them.
I'm empty.
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| Turn around! I see one!
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| Over there! Otto!
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There's one!
Poison!
I'm out.
I have to do everything around here.
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| I see one!
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| There's a rat.
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| Otto, I'm out! Catch them for me!
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| Spotted Reagent caught by Door Trap
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| What a lovely performance. Look at them dance.
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| Modern industry is a marvel.
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| Will wonders never cease.
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| That’s going to just ruin his eyes.
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| (Laughing)
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| You see what happens when you run from us?
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| Prime Time - Leland Coyle
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You can't trust a man who hides his eyes.
You only want them for your olive fork.
The atrocities those eyes have seen. They must be positively delicious.
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He has the look of a drill instructor, or... Johnny Weissmuller.
Are you trying to make me jealous, dear?
Heavens, no. How could any woman be attracted to that kind of obsessive self-regard. I'd rather have more to cuddle.
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| All that talk of the law. He may be a spider, but only because people like us built the web that feeds him.
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I don't like him. He's crass.
Sometimes you need a hound dog to keep the rats at bay. I'd rather tolerate the crass than suffer the poor.
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That is an awful lot of talk about laws.
He won't bother us.
The police always have been kind in turning a blind eye to our hobbies. Though I seem to have misplaced my chequebook...
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Where does he think those laws come from?
I don't know what he thinks. I can't imagine he's done the reading.
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| It's like he's a man fused with another man. There's no grace to it.
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| I've always said it. We have too many laws, and not enough government.
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Always barking about authority.
Who would want power without control. Some junk yard dog humping away at mangy bitches in the garbage.
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Do you think you could get a hold of his hat?
His hat? I'm not chilly.
Oh, no, love, you simmer. But I've always had a... a bus driver fantasy. To mount a brutish sumter.
"Only a nickel, madame, you can ride as long as you like."
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| I'm not sure that man could read the law, much less enforce it.
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| You have to at least appreciate a man in uniform.
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He is going to lose. Eventually. Force alone cannot make a civilization.
Poor son of a bitch.
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| Is bathtime not a law around here? He smells like two dogs died fucking in a leather sofa.
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You're hiding him from me. Stop swinging me around where I can't get a look.
You don't turn your back on a man like that.
We have no back to turn.
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Did that man say something about "sexy bitches?"
I swear, you only hear what you want to hear.
I'd hate to be missing something.
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He talks an awful lot for a man so certain of his authority.
Unlike you.
My authority... our authority is a gift of the people. They need to understand us if they want to serve us.
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| The law has never concerned itself with the gentry.
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| Prime Time - Mother Gooseberry
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It's obscene.
I assume you mean that fat clown of a whore?
Calling that an entertainment for children. Are there no more values in this country?
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They're so lonesome, the half-people.
We should count our blessings.
Do you hear her talking to herself? Putting on voices. Disgusting. Pathetic.
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"Family values..."
Family is the crutch of cowards with no love of country.
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It breaks my heart. Imagine, never being free of your father.
I'd bring him back if we could kill him again.
I don't know. How much pain is worth the satisfaction?
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Imagine, parading yourself on the television. Exposing all your pain and perversion for the world to see.
The children seem to enjoy it.
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Did you ever see pictures of our mother?
All burned. Mother's family deported before they could come sniffing around for money. Father was nothing if not efficient.
I wonder what's got me thinking of mother...
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I should take your eyes.
Something the matter, dear?
I could feel your heart. I saw you looking. That great zaftig hausfrau. Bosoms like great milky cumulus.
Lover, please. My eye never wanders and she's not even my type. I wouldn't have the first idea where in those great mountains of flesh to even look for a friendly valley.
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She calls that duck "Daddy."
There seems to be a real dearth of happy childhoods in this paradise.
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Do you remember the tincture you concocted that spurred on a certain... arousal? I wonder if you could make it in this place?
For who? That... Goose woman? I think she is stuffed quite enough already.
Yes, but. We've always said we'd try anything once.
I'd bet the motor of that drill has a lovely rumble to it.
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She' chaos. Walking anarchy.
May be the most honestly dangerous thing inside this place.
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That's no way to treat children.
Disgusting.
What's that, dear?
New money.
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A television program. For children?
This country lost its way with the birth of that idiot box.
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She would be an interesting study. Her history of chemical exposure.
You just want to make the physical examination, you randy old bull.
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| It's simply embarrassing. The obscene pageantry of the poor and attention starved.
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Like some confused child, hiding her trauma behind a therapy puppet.
Or a priestess?
How's that, love?
There's nothing so horrible as a well-performed puppet. Once you start following strings, it's hard to stop.
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"Save the children." What nonsense. We should employ the children.
And save them from themselves.
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| Prime Time - Franco Barbi
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What ever's the matter dear?
Something.... Something has me thinking of the children we never had.
They would have been beautiful. They would have been kings.
It's not fair.
We will carve a greater mark in history than even our spawn could muster.
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New money.
Crass. Noisy.
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I think he's too untrained to be one of your pretty boy whores. Besides, he's Italian. Why he's only white if you squint.
I'll admit he has a certain... provocative tang. Should we try him?
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| Nasty, brutish, and short. They got my favorite philosopher all in one foul little package.
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If he comes even close to my neck I may revert to snapping turtle.
I'll admit he's not entirely repulsive.
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How can they allow somebody to so brazenly flaunt the rules.
It doesn't matter. Both sides of the coin have the same value. So long as he's spending currency, he's in the game.
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No fair, giving one side a gun.
It's no real advantage. It's a security blanket for a frightened baby.
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| It's wonderful. Fear of crime always works. We'll be able to set whatever laws we want.
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| He looks like a tumor removed from some better man's ass.
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Did nobody here have a loving father?
That's how you build leaders, the aspirational patricides of the better class.
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| Give them guns. Give them all guns. They'll think they're kings and warlords while we hold them down and fuck them.
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You try to organize a government, it's hard not to admire the mafia. There may be things we could learn....
Secrecy and loyalty.
The will to be more violent than the other fellow.
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| Even among half-men, he's half again. No wonder he needs that gun.
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I heard he knew his own step-mother. Carnally. Can you imagine?
Disgusting.
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If those organized Italians would just sell drugs, why they could be the ruling class of this country in a generation or two.
Never give a papist the benefit of the doubt.
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| Some men will be forever conjoined to their mothers. Dragging ghosts around by invisible umbilicals.
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Lupara. Interesting.
"The wolf you feed." I supposed he's made his choice.
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| A baby with no family. It would be sad if it wasn't so god damn funny.
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