| After deploying, drugging, or executing the Reagent
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| Just breathe normal.
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| Oh, baby, if I was going where you're going...
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| Bite down on this for me, we're gonna operate.
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| Let's cut the lid off that third eye.
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| See what the lizard sees. Tuatara.
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| Breathe in that freedom. You're in flavor country.
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| Is it working? Are you getting better?
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| Make me a balloon dog.
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| Have you learned yet? You better. Or they'll just keep stitching you up and sending you back.
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| Pills before swine.
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| With the right medicine, you can live forever.
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| Fill her up. We're gonna take a ride.
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| Tell me what you see.
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| Leave it behind.
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| Now comes the adventure.
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| Oh, baby, the things you're gonna see.
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| This is the fucking trip, man.
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| All the masks are off now.
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| Patrolling
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| Easterman said, it's a science market. The results sell themselves.
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| A proper probe is in an input and output device both. Same for a drug.
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| Still on the job. Good money all around.
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| You can't heal somebody who doesn't want to get well.
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| It's all in you head.
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| You can't just take the drug, you have to believe the drug.
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| You won't know what your limits are until you've gone past them.
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| We've synthezied love itself. We'll be rich.
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| I'm your doctor and your lawyer and your priest, baby. Screw you three different ways.
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| I guess it's not unheard of for a doctor to have sex with his patients. Maybe I should be a veterinarian.
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| The real rebellion is in perfect obedience.
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| Chemical restraints, free you from the distractions of your body, let your mind out the cage.
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| Take your medicine.
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| Wake up you coward.
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| Open your fucking eyes already.
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| I'm a ball of rattlesnakes.
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| You're dying. You've always been dying.
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| It's Murkoff brand, of course it's safe.
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| That's what they pay me for.
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| Breathe it. Take it in.
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| You have to make your own lessons.
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| Breathe the machine.
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| This is the cure. ( 2 )
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| This is heaven.
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| Hey! I'm trying to help here.
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| That's a shitty way to treat a friend.
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| Hey! Be cool, bitch! Be cool...
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| Fucking square. ( 2 )
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| Don't fuck with your doctor, pal.
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| Careful with my high, man.
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| Start Chase
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| Come here, you.
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| Be cool, bitch, be cool.
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| Hey, man, relax.
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| Let me help.
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| Come on man, be cool.
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| Slow down, I just want to help.
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| Patrolling or During Chase
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| Run if that's what you need to do.
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| Don't be afraid
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| I'm only trying to help.
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| It's an illusion! All it ever is.
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| Heavy god damn tank...
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| Relax, baby, just... relax.
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| Stunned
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| No fair!
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| My beautiful face!
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| Don't! Please!
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| What's wrong with you people?!
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| Tough guy, huh?
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| That hurt, damnit!
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| Oh, you bitches.
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| Easy there!
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| Ouch! ( 2 )
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| Ooh, that smarts.
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| This fuckin' day...
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| Okay, you got me.
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| Fucking fuck leg brace...
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| My back!
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| Trick fucking knee...
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| God... damn tank.
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| Tricky little bitch!
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| God damn that hurts!
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| Nap time’s over.
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| A curse to wake, every time.
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| Not cool, my man.
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| Back through the wall.
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| If there’s one thing I can’t fucking stand it’s fucking sobriety.
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| Party’s not over, not yet.
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| Blocked by obstacles
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| What is this? Are you mad at me?
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| What a mess.
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| What a butterfingers.
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| Why you taking it out on the furniture?
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| Hey. You knocked this over. You're just gonna...
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| I'm starting to think you don't like me.
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| Lost sight of the Reagent
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| Gas is getting to me.
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| Seeing things again.
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| Can't see squat in here.
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| All my friends are imaginary.
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| Asleep again.
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| Wasn't real. Don't worry, Frank. Wasn't real.
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| Damn mask...
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| ...shit.
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| ...gimp fucking leg.
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| I can't....
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| Can't breathe in this thing...
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| My heart. My poor heart.
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| Investigating
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| Every itch is worth a scratch.
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| Paging doctor whatever the fuck I am.
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| Here we go, to grandmother's house...
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| The martyrs go hand-in-hand to the arena.
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| Enlightenment is coming.
|
| Comes the Saturnalia.
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| Knock knock. Exterminator.
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| Come to spray for vermin.
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| Another house call...
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| Hello? Here to spray for the roaches...
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| Too much reality in these parts...
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| Tip toe, here we go, do-se-do, to and fro. ( 2 )
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| Spotted Incapacitated Reagent
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| There. Rest.
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| Just let it happen.
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| The hard part's over.
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| All you do now is dream.
|
| Take it easy, baby. There you go.
|
| Isn't that easier?
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| Alerted by noise
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| Sweet music.
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| What's got you so anxious?
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| Hey, take it easy over there.
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| You got the shakes, baby? I can help that.
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| You're harshing my fucking mellow here.
|
| That sounds like withdrawal.
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| Alerted on sight
|
| You look like you like to party.
|
| Hey. Relax, man. I'm a help you...
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| Pink elephants.
|
| You need some medicine?
|
| Hey fucker, you hip?
|
| You want to get high?
|
| Spotted Reagent caught by Door Trap
|
| Electroconvulsive...
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| That'll scrub them lobes.
|
| Just what the doctor ordered.
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| One hundred and twenty volts.
|
| Sure, baby, we'll burn you out. ( 2 )
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| ECT. I guess. Chemicals would be more fun.
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