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| The land of the free. They call this the land of the free. Do you feel free, brothers and sisters? When your toil. Your blood, sweat, and tears, are going to make rich men richer? It’s supposed to be an American dream, living off the fat of the land. And this American soil, it’s good land. Generous land. So why are just the bosses getting fat? While working men bleed, while our children starve. Those capitalist swine and Washington fat cats hoover up every dollar we earn. The American dream is a racket, always has been, always will be. Just look at what Socialism is achieving in foreign lands. Because, yes, brothers and sisters, organized labor is an international movement. World-wide. From Lincoln, Nebraska to Leningrad, workers of the world are taking power back by putting down their tools. Farmers laying down their hoes. Soldiers putting down their guns. Refusing to work is our power. This land is your land, and if the bosses are getting fat without working, then you deserve to get fat without working. As long as we don’t work, this is our country, this is our land.
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| Spotted Reagents
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| Just leave it alone.
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| You don't have to push the button.
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| We can just wait this out. ( 2 )
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| Go away. Just. Just fuck off. ( 2 )
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| You have to know how this is going to go.
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| Don't. Please don't. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Button pressed
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| I'm not the boss of anything.
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| I don't even know what this is supposed to show you.
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| Entering the panic room
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| Ah, thank Christ.
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| Too slow. You're too slow.
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| Just leave me here.
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| Maybe they'll die... ( 2 )
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| Oh thank you. Thank you. ( 2 )
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| Safe. For now.
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| Idle in the panic room
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| It's not too late, Easterman. You can pull me out of this. I'll do anything. ( 2 )
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| Breathe. Just keep breathing. ( 2 )
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| I got an itch on my big toe. This is hell.
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| He'll kill them. He'll kill them and they'll send me back.
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| Maybe... Maybe they won't find me...
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| I can't believe I'm rooting for Franco.
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| Pulled out from the panic room
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| Oh Shit.
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| Well isn't this a kick in the head.
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| Oh god damnit. God damnit.
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| Franco! Hey! They opened the... fuckin'... door.
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| Fuck me.
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| Oh no. No, no...
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| Escort in the Wealthy Neighborhood
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| Stay away from me. ( 2 )
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| Just back off. You're not helping.
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| I have a family. ( 2 )
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| Just leave me alone. Please. I have children.
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| They're gonna drown me. In blood. And shit. God. ( 2 )
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| Maybe he'll kill you. ( 2 )
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| I hope he kills you.
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| We're over here! Franco! ( 2 )
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| You never think it's gonna happen to you. ( 2 )
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| Blood and shit.
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| Tomorrow's meat. There's a fucking joke.
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| Canned meat. Canned murder.
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| Escort in the Poor Neighborhood
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| I can smell the meat. Oh Jesus.
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| Franco! Hey. Buddy. Come on!
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| I'm gonna be sick. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Get the fuck away from me. Please.
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| I don't even know what this means. What the fuck is the point of this?
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| Are you supposed to be against labor or for it? what the fuck is this?
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| It's not animal meat. God. Fuck. ( 2 )
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| There's no factory. There's no money. There's just me drowning in blood and shit.
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| Franco! Help me! Kill these sons of bitches. ( 2 )
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| What do you want? Why are you doing this? ( 2 )
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| Just let me go. I can... I can put up with what Franco does to me.
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| Whose side are you on?
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| Entering the tank
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| Jesus! NO! FUCK! NO! NO! ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| I'm claustrophobic. And hemaphobic. And Coprophobic. I don't wanna die.
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| NO! NO! You will not. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| What the fuck do you want? What do you think I'm gonna do?
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| Not in there. For the love of god.
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| Please don't, I'm begging you. I'm fucking begging you.
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| Inside the tank
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| Don't do it. Please.
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| I got a thing about blood. Makes me fucking sick.
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| Just stop! Don't do this. Oh fuck. ( 2 )
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| What was I supposed to do? What the fuck was even happening here? ( 2 )
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| Why do I deserve this?
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| This... makes the factory run again?! It doesn't make any fucking sense. ( 2 )
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| Oh, god the smell. I can't breathe.
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| I'm gonna be sick. Please don't do this...
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| What do you want from me?
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| God. Franco. Franco, help me.
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| What did I do? What was I supposed to do?
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| What a fucking nightmare. ( 2 )
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| God. Oh god...
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| It's even worse than I thought...
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| Can't... can't fucking breathe...
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| This is hell.
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| No. No no...
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| Oh god fucking hell.
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| Oh god in heaven.
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| Fuck me.
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| I'm in hell, I'm in hell.
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| God let me die.
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| Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
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| I can't. Please. God.
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