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Boss: "So I take it there are no questions about the mission, yes?"
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Bob: "Right, another day at the office eh? works for me, It's about time we show the new guys how to get their paws dirty. heh"
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Boss: "Indeed... However, try to bring some of your team, back in one piece this time, if you would be so kind."
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Boss: "As you well know, We've been scraping the bottom of the barrel to keep our... well our formerly elite Squads at full strength..." *coughs*
Boss: "I trust your ability to get these new recruits up to speed, Robert. Brief your team on the way to the target, It seems they're finally awake."
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Bob: "You can count on us sir!"
Rhift: "mmmmmmf?" (any good ones this month?)
Aramet: "Yup..." (yes)
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Narator: "Later, by at least 20 minutes, but no more than 30... no really!"
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Bob: "Hell yeah."
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Bob: "Aramet, Rhift"
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Rhift: "MINE!" *yoink* "Yeah thats right, Daddy is going to take good care of you, Heh..."
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Aramet: "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!!! How the hell do you move that fast?
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Aramet: "Kinda slow reloading these... Ah what the hell."
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*Wheel squeeks*
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Aramet: "Great, it's Herbie's evil twin..."
Rhift: "Just looking at it makes me want to howl."
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Bob: "Come on guys. Slide in the back, There's no Window back there."
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Rhift: "At least there's no rapist clowns in here... I hate clowns."
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Bob: "What the hel lare you two mumbling about?"
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Bob: "by the by, You two can call me Bob. Only Boss calls me Robert, and he does that to piss me off. Heh."
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Unknown soldier: "Filthy traitors, It's time to send my son a message."
Unknown soldier: "I'll let this Rabble deliver it for me..."
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Boss: "Keep in mind this is an illegal operation. Any means will be acceptable. There's no need to be... professional."
Bob: "Pick your poison boys, one each!"
Bob: "Aramet, Take that revolver over there. An odl friend of mine used to use it... wont be needing anything heavy anyway."
Aramet: "Oh Dr. Eastmaan!"
Bob: "This bad motherfucker beside me is Grath. He doesn't talk much since some camel jockey stabbed him in the throat though."
Unknown soldier: "Speak with death..."
Bob: "Hey, c'mon the guy raced camels for a living. what else can I call him? OH SHIT!"
*KABOOM*