You know what it's made of.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty...
I can't lie to you about your chances... but, you have my sympathies.
Get out of the way, Lambert! Get out of the way!
Kill me... kill me!*
Maybe they don't show up on infrared at all!
Dietrich! Frost! Sound off!
You always say that, Frost! You always say, 'I got a bad feeling about this drop'!
Alright, I'm in! Ramp closed.
Spunkmeyer? God damn it. Well, where the f***-
Come on! Come and get it! Come on! Let's go, yeah! YEAH! Come on! Come and get it, bastards! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? Take it! Yeah, f*** you!
Go!
You always were an a**hole, Gorman.
This is total paranoid delusion. It's pitiful.
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