This page contains all Shopping Mall dialogues for Otto and Arora Kress.
Gameplay dialogues[]
| Mimicking Politician through the intercom
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| I love our great country. I love its flag, I love its people. I want to give you all the life you deserve.
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| "In God We Trust." Look in your own pocket, you'll find my campaign slogan written on your greenbacks. Even your money's telling you to trust me.
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| I'm a simple man, like any of you. A family man. A salt of the earth man. I'm here to help the little guy.
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| This country could be great. A shining city on a hill. We are going to be the light of the world. You can't hide a city on a hill.
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| I'm here to stand up for the working man, to stop all those union bosses and welfare leeches from robbing you blind. So you can invest your money in the leaders and institutions that make this country great.
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| I'm going to bring us together. One country, under one flag. Once we've rooted out the enemy within, we'll finally be unified, one nation, under god.
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| Anybody says you can't have whatever you want whenever you want it, hell they might as well be calling you a slave.
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| When the money goes up, the work flows down.
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| I'm not just talking about trickle down economics. I'm talking about waterfalls of money. Great torrents of glorious lucre. When the money goes up, the work flows down.
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| We must make this nation proud. We must make this nation strong. Nobody can keep you safe but me. These are dark times, but I am your beacon of freedom.
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| After turning all valves
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Stop it, Otto, nobody can hear you.
God damnit! This blasted thing...
It's an assassination.
Traitors. Judas. We'll split them, from groin to chops.
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An election is a sacred institution!
They want to kill him.
We may need to help our little puppet more directly.
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| Protecting The Politician
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| You will respect your betters. Public service is a sacred duty.
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Barbarian swine!
Mere anarchy. Etcetera. The blood-dimmed tide.
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| That man is bought and paid for. I will not be robbed of my candidate.
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| You don't touch my sweet boy.
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| If you don't retaliate, you'll be rewarded.
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| This is a disgraceful way to treat a man of the people.
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We have consent! We have a mandate!
It's the will of the people.
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Liberty wants blood. How's it go?
The tree of liberty and the blood of patriots.
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If you can admit you're ignorant and not wicked, you can earn our forgiveness.
Fucking slime.
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We gave you a just system, and this is the thanks?!
You don't know how good you've got it.
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| We are trying to preserve your liberties.
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This is our duty! We protect the weak through control.
Slaves need masters.
We will give you order.
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| After the Politician's death
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They killed him. They killed our beautiful boy.
They'll pay.
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It's over. It's hopeless.
Lethargy is the forerunner to the death of public liberty. Keep faith, love.
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| This is self-elected despotism! Corruption of the highest order!
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| Radical scum! Traitors!
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Divided, this great nation will crumble.
Join or die or join or die...
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| Too much law! Too little government!
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| Obedient and cheerful industry is the product of the lash.
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Some cannot be governed.
All can die.
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How could you let this happen!? Our boy, our beautiful boy.
He is a martyr. We will grind his killers under the millstones of history.
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| Sic semper tyrranis!
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How could you! Murderers!
We'll hurt them, love.
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Kill them! Kill them kill them them!
Ever thus to tyrants.
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