"YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT’S HAPPENING!” Fletcher yells as he tries to wrestle himself free of Bobby’s grip, but he's easily overpowers and forced back against the wall once more. "Then help me understand what the FUCK is going on! Help me HELP you,” Bobby says as he tightens his grip.
"The Kiba presented itself to me with an offer of survival and revenge, the price seemingly minuscule compared to the purposed glory,” he swallows and wipes the beads of sweat from his brow before leaning forward and gripping his knees tightly as he stares into the young boys hollow eyes.
You made the monster who now endangers not only our existence, but the very existence of everything. We pulled you from the ice that has been your tomb because we had hoped you would see the dire situation and do the right thing for once. So don’t play the savior!"
“If we were to hit their dive plate, we could cause a chain reaction that in theory would destroy it completely.” “Do you think you can get us there in one not so perfect piece?” “I can try, but with our shields being as they are, I cannot give you....”
The hand of Demento’s gigantic robot warrior grips O’Hare tightly and squeezes, the sound of bones snapping beneath the boys grip fills the air, but is soon drowned out by O’Hare’s screams. Natasha weakly pulls herself from the ground and bears witness to O’Hare’s final moments, her eyes grow wide
“Point and click? What about these fucking lines?” Tanner says as he holds up a handful of paper. “Come on bro, you're a god damn pro with that shit.” “Have you read the fucking this? I may be good, but the dialogue is going to be like polishing a turd.”
“B-B-But I can’t,” Shatner says as he gestures towards his bloody and broken legs. “I can’t even stand, and from the amount of blood that’s currently escaping my body I’d say there’s not much hope for me ever walking again. So it is unfortunately up to you, and only you.”
“Shit Sophie, I’m not scared of change, I’m scared of fucking dying out there trying a stupid fucking move that will end in my death,” Jessica says through clenched teeth. “Who’s overreacting now?” “What the hell? I am not overreacting!” “Of course you are,” Sophie says with a nervous smile.
"A-Aren't you worried about the c-cops?" He laughs, "Why the fuck would I be worried about the cops for?" "Rodney's murder, they're bound to start investigating his disappearance at some stage." "Honey, by the time anyone gives a shit where Rodney is, we'll be a memory." "What's that supposed mean?"
“It’s a long way down, I can’t tell if they’re dead or just trapped.” “Well get down there and check for god sake.” “It’s not that safe. Can’t we just call it in an...” “Get the fuck down that hill and see what sort of condition they’re in and help!"