| Patrolling
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| It's the cocktail hour...
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| If they'd just leave me alone. Just leave me be...
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| The only cure. Hair of the dog. For every poison. Every poison.
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| A little sip of my molotov...
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| If we just had a little music. Somebody to dance with.
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| Just a little more. Just until it makes sense.
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| Spotted Reagent outside leash limit
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| Run. Keep running.
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| Not worth the fucking...
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| Not my problem...
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| Just stay away. This is my place.
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| And don't come back.
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| Feh. I need a drink.
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| Start Chase
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| Just a little closer...
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| You ain't slippin' off that easy.
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| Hold still!
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| Come a little closer.
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| Ain't as fast as I used to be...
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| Just gotta get within range...
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| During chase
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| You couldn't just give me a little fucking space!
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| Burn! Every one of you, motherfuckers!
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| You can burn! Every one of you, motherfuckers!
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| Everything burns! ( 2 )
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| Have a drink, you ungrateful shit! ( 2 )
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| I think you have a problem!
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| Get away from me!
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| Come back.
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| Teach you to come where you ain't invited...
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| You can't run....
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| Just gotta get close enough...
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| Won't get away that easy...
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| Think you can run from me...
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| Blocked by obstacles
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| What are you playing at?
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| What's this now?
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| Making a mess of the joint.
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| That's a fine howdy-do.
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| What a maroon.
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| Irritating shit.
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| Attack - Throw Bottle
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| For you!
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| Burn!
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| A gift!
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| Catch.
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| Fly away, little bird.
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| Swing, batter batter batter....
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| Attack - Bottle hit
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| Ha! ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Bullseye! ( 2 )
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| On the fucking button!
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| How's that then?
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| Who's slick now?!
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| Bingo! ( 2 )
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| Attack - Bottle missed
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| Hold still!
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| Cheat!
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| How'd that miss?!
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| God damnit!
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| Bah! Slippery fucking bottle. ( 2 )
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| Oh aren't you slick?
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| Lost sight of the Reagent
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| Where's...
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| Just poke your head up.
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| I'm ready... Just...
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| Where in hell...?
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| God damn my eyes.
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| It'll pop back up. I been to this carnival.
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| Found hidden Reagent
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| You can't surprise me.
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| Think you can ambush me...
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| Looky here.
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| Pop, weasel.
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| You coppin' my liquor?
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| Down the clown.
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| Grabbing or Executing the Reagent
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| Who's a thirsty baby? Take the bottle, you fuck!
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| Have one. On the house.
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| A sip, a tickle, and a kiss.
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| There! Get you lubricated, then. Isn't that better?
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| Sell you a ticket to see the fucking egress!
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| Always feel better after a drink.
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| Sicker from the shock.
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| Who's slick now?
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| Have a drink on old Gottlieb.
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| Take one down and pass it around, another dead commie.
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| Nothing like a drink by the fire with a friend.
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| This one's on Mr. Dulles.
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| I'm a capital-T total prohibition lady, ain't I?
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| Executing the Reagent
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| You're not so scary.
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| You look stupid, now.
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| Let's see you dodge this.
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| Squirrelly little fuck.
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| Now who's scared?
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| That's where you die.
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| Killed the Reagent
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| Judge me...
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| You abomination of nature.
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| I hope it hurt.
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| I just wanted to be left alone.
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| There. All better.
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| I just needed time alone.
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| Stunned
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| Stop that!
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| Get away from me!
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| Get off!
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| No. No! NO!
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| So cruel.
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| What's the big idea?
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| Commie fuck job.
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| Ouch, you shit!
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| That'll leave a mark.
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| Lucky shot.
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| Fucker!
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| Jee!
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| Bastard.
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| Let me up. Get away!
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| Get off me, Jesus, get off!
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| God damnit, there's a beverage here!
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| Dirty pool...
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| Back off! You son of a bitch...
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| I'll burn you for that.
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| Start running. ( 2 )
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| I'll give you a running start.
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| Break my liquor; I'll kill you.
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| You better back up fast, you son of a bitch. ( 2 )
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| That hurt, you bastard.
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| Don't touch me!
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| Get off me!
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| Hey! There's a beverage here! ( 2 )
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| Brute.
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| You spilled my cocktail!
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| Get out of my space.
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| Stunned by Blind
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| No, I'm blind!
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| Can't see! The god damn rotgut blinded me.
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| Ah, my eyes!
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| What is this shit? I can't...
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| Blinded me, huh?
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| I'm gonna burn your face off, soon as I can see again.
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| Recovered from Blind
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| I can see. Thank God.
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| Get this shit out of my eyes.
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| Now you're in for it.
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| All better. All better.
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| I knew it wouldn't last.
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| Now come out where I can see you.
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| Stunned by Stun Rig
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| Like drinking sterno.
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| Can't get my fucking head on.
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| I'm sick. I'm gonna be sick.
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| The hell is this?
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| Jumpin' jellyfish...
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| World's gone all... smeary. Sick.
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| Recovered from Stun Rig
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| Clear my head.
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| Come on. Sober up, you lightweight.
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| Snap out of it.
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| Just a glass of beer with dinner, officer.
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| I'm not drunk. You're drunk.
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| I'm good. I'm fine, I can drive.
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| Stunned by Spine Amp
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| (Groaning) ( 2 )
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| Son of a...
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| Fucking...
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| Just.. oh, god...
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| Jesus...
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| Recovered from Spine Amp
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| I'm gonna be sick.
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| That'll wake a man up.
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| Took the alcohol out of me.
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| God damn it.
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| You're gonna burn for that.
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| Well! I'm sober now.
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| Start Rage Mode
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| Now we're cooking with gas!
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| That is the fucking stuff!
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| Shaking dog ratfucks!
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| Okay, all you fucks!
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| Everybody. EVERYBODY!
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| During Rage Mode
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| FUCK EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKERS!
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| STEP RIGHT UP! SEE THE EGRESS!
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| EVERYBODY, BACK THE FUCK OFF ME!
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| ALL OF YOU CAN BURN!
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| All against me! Every one of you fucks!
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| Skinflints! Commie shits! I knew all along!
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| Alerted during Rage Mode
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| Hey, hey. What's the idea, jack?
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| I'm on your side, bud. Hey!
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| Whoa! What's the big idea? ( 2 )
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| What are you, drunk?!
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| Hey, hey. I'm not the mark.
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| I'm your pal. What the fuck is wrong with you?!
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| Recovered from Rage Mode
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| What a ride.
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| The fucking hangover I'm gonna have...
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| I'm fine! No flies on me.
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| My head...
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| Don't break kayfabe. Can't let the marks see your hand.
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| Easy, jack. Easy...
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| Investigating
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| Come in here, messing with my shit...
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| Just want a drink and a nap. Is that too much?
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| Just take a second. Bottle’ll be waiting.
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| Some slicker who is quicker is bound to swipe your liquor.
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| Bastards. Somewhere around here.
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| I'll just take a quick look...
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| This is my space. Mine.
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| Can't even feel safe where I live...
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| Man can't have a drink in peace...
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| Interloping son of a bitching fuck.
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| Think you can sneak in here...
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| You crossed the line, pal.
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| We don’t want any. Go away.
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| I don’t want no trouble...
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| Who’s that sneaking around my liquor?
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| If somebody’s there they better come out.
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| Pink elephants a-dancin’.
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| If you stick a stock of liquor in your locker. It is wise to put a lock upon your stock.
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| Giving up the chase
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| That's it, run.
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| Go on... Good...
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| Get away... Get away.
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| You think you're safe?
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| Not so fucking fast...
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| Oh, no. You're getting away.
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| They can't touch you. You're fine.
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| Good.
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| I can't. Just can't any more.
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| Maybe he won't come back.
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| Nobody wants to hurt you.
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| You have your space.
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| Spotted Incapacitated Reagent
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| Got it in one!
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| Burn, you fuck!
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| Down the clown!
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| Bullseye!
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| Where's my prize?
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| That's what you get!
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| Spotted Reagent caught by Door Trap
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| Listen to that neon buzz.
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| (Laugh) You stupid fuck.
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| Alerted by noise
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| Come out! I know you're there.
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| I know what you're trying to do.
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| I'm not scared of you!
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| Show yourself.
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| What do you want from me?
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| You think this is a game?!
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| What was that?
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| Hey! Who's there?
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| Who's that? You want a drink? Come on out?
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| Come out where I can see you.
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| Poke your head up.
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| Who's that? Hey!
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| Alerted on sight
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| That's close enough.
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| Hey! Back up, mister.
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| The hell do you think you're doing?
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| Don't come any closer!
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| Stay where I can see you.
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| You ain't welcome here, mister.
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| You stay away from me!
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| Don't hurt me.
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| What are you doing here?
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| I don't think you're my friend.
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| Down the clown...
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| Who are you? That's close enough. Hey!
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| Switching Targets
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| Got liquor enough for everybody. It's a party.
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| You brought a friend.
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| There's more of them.
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| Share and share alike...
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| Think your friend can sneak up on me...?
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| You, too! I see you!
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| Another one...
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| Crowd me? I'll kill all of you.
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| Is this your friend?
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| Hello. ( 2 )
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| Every last bastard.
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| Thought you could sneak past me?!
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