order of ops;
"Have you ever had a big idea that wasn't your own?"
"Then you're not really having an idea, are you?"
"..does it matter? I still......never mind."
"I'm scared."
"Don't be."
"You can't tell me that."
"I know."
"You don't really talk much beyond one or two words, do you?"
"Yep."
"You mean 'nope'."
"Yep."
"I think I'm in love with her."
"Are you crazy?"
"You're the one with the knife in your hand."
"Yes, but...! Why so suddenly?"
"I think it'd be fun to be in love with someone I hate."
"Three..."
"Nine."
"Two..."
"Fourteen."
"Can you stop? I'm trying to do the countdown."
"Okay, okay, sorry. It's just funny!"
"It's not."
"I'm a funny guy!"
"You're not."
"Well ex-cuuuse me, princess!"
"Three.....two...."
"Nineteen thousand three hundred and sixty two."
"Do you want me to really detonate this thing? Practice mode is over if you're gonna act like this."
"Ooooh I'm sooooo scared. Ha! If you blow that up, you'll kill yourself! You'd never have the balls to do that."
"Are you an idiot? That's the idea of all of this. You built it with that in mind, didn't you? Here's an idea....I say when I have to do it, I take you with me, Mr. Explosives."
"Hey! Whoa whoa whoa WHOA! Hold on just a minute!"
"Asthma can be pretty intense sometimes."
"Ah, yes. Well, sometimes I think he just needs to let a little bit more of the Lord into his heart, and then he'd turn out okay."
"The Lord..."
"Yes, the Lord."
"I really would like to see her smile in the light. I've only seen it in the dark."
"Good luck, you sick son of a bitch."
"Haha, yeah. Thanks."
"Are you afraid of her?"
"A little."
"Fear is a pretty incredible drug when you learn to use it."
"I....would like to join the team!"
".....you? Really?"
"Yeah! I know I don't have a lot to offer, but....I think I have a talent for doing what I'm told."
"Is there ever a time when you're not talking?"
"I talk to the bombs. They talk to me. It makes me sound crazy, I know, but I'm not, honest! They just totally listen to what I say when nobody else does."
"Oh...well...hm. Plasma's supposed to listen to you. He's the boss."
"He's always daydreaming, I can't get through his thick skull, y'know? I start to talk and at first he's listening but then he goes off on a thinking tangent or something, planning for the next big move, and it's like I'm not even there at all! He's such a space case!"
"I know. I think it's cute."
"...."
"....^^"
".....er...."
"Do you want a cigarette?"
"No thanks.... I don't smoke."
"...."
"Er...what..?...is there a problem? Haha..."
"I don't even get why you're here."
"It seemed like a good idea at the time..."
"How spontaneous."
"Yeah, I guess so....haha..."
"Do you ever feel bad recruiting them?"
"No, of course not! It's my job..."
"You don't ever feel bad about your job? I guess you have the easy part, huh."
"...do you feel bad about your job?"
"It ain't a job, it's a privilege."
"...oh...that's...a nice way to view it, I suppose."
"Stop lying through your teeth. You're a fucking nobody just like the rest of us, you have no right to lie. As if you're so much better. It's not a nice way to view it, not at least from the viewpoint of someone like you, someone who's only here for shits and giggles, and doesn't really care about our purpose, and will ironically probably be the only one left alive after this mess. What a waste."
"..........I'm sorry."
"You know what you'd do next? You'd think it was all a burden on your reputation; you'd throw away the memories and try to wipe yourself clean, try to disassociate yourself from "those crazy radicals", you'd tell your girlfriend it was all a silly mistake because you were young and foolish, and then you know what? Then you'll live happily ever after, in some kind of sick ironic twist of fate."
"........I...I don't know what you're talking about. But...I wouldn't do that....I mean..."
"Shut up and get out of my sight."
"......" Should I have taken the cigarette?
"Then you're not really having an idea, are you?"
"..does it matter? I still......never mind."
"I'm scared."
"Don't be."
"You can't tell me that."
"I know."
"You don't really talk much beyond one or two words, do you?"
"Yep."
"You mean 'nope'."
"Yep."
"I think I'm in love with her."
"Are you crazy?"
"You're the one with the knife in your hand."
"Yes, but...! Why so suddenly?"
"I think it'd be fun to be in love with someone I hate."
"Three..."
"Nine."
"Two..."
"Fourteen."
"Can you stop? I'm trying to do the countdown."
"Okay, okay, sorry. It's just funny!"
"It's not."
"I'm a funny guy!"
"You're not."
"Well ex-cuuuse me, princess!"
"Three.....two...."
"Nineteen thousand three hundred and sixty two."
"Do you want me to really detonate this thing? Practice mode is over if you're gonna act like this."
"Ooooh I'm sooooo scared. Ha! If you blow that up, you'll kill yourself! You'd never have the balls to do that."
"Are you an idiot? That's the idea of all of this. You built it with that in mind, didn't you? Here's an idea....I say when I have to do it, I take you with me, Mr. Explosives."
"Hey! Whoa whoa whoa WHOA! Hold on just a minute!"
"Asthma can be pretty intense sometimes."
"Ah, yes. Well, sometimes I think he just needs to let a little bit more of the Lord into his heart, and then he'd turn out okay."
"The Lord..."
"Yes, the Lord."
"I really would like to see her smile in the light. I've only seen it in the dark."
"Good luck, you sick son of a bitch."
"Haha, yeah. Thanks."
"Are you afraid of her?"
"A little."
"Fear is a pretty incredible drug when you learn to use it."
"I....would like to join the team!"
".....you? Really?"
"Yeah! I know I don't have a lot to offer, but....I think I have a talent for doing what I'm told."
"Is there ever a time when you're not talking?"
"I talk to the bombs. They talk to me. It makes me sound crazy, I know, but I'm not, honest! They just totally listen to what I say when nobody else does."
"Oh...well...hm. Plasma's supposed to listen to you. He's the boss."
"He's always daydreaming, I can't get through his thick skull, y'know? I start to talk and at first he's listening but then he goes off on a thinking tangent or something, planning for the next big move, and it's like I'm not even there at all! He's such a space case!"
"I know. I think it's cute."
"...."
"....^^"
".....er...."
"Do you want a cigarette?"
"No thanks.... I don't smoke."
"...."
"Er...what..?...is there a problem? Haha..."
"I don't even get why you're here."
"It seemed like a good idea at the time..."
"How spontaneous."
"Yeah, I guess so....haha..."
"Do you ever feel bad recruiting them?"
"No, of course not! It's my job..."
"You don't ever feel bad about your job? I guess you have the easy part, huh."
"...do you feel bad about your job?"
"It ain't a job, it's a privilege."
"...oh...that's...a nice way to view it, I suppose."
"Stop lying through your teeth. You're a fucking nobody just like the rest of us, you have no right to lie. As if you're so much better. It's not a nice way to view it, not at least from the viewpoint of someone like you, someone who's only here for shits and giggles, and doesn't really care about our purpose, and will ironically probably be the only one left alive after this mess. What a waste."
"..........I'm sorry."
"You know what you'd do next? You'd think it was all a burden on your reputation; you'd throw away the memories and try to wipe yourself clean, try to disassociate yourself from "those crazy radicals", you'd tell your girlfriend it was all a silly mistake because you were young and foolish, and then you know what? Then you'll live happily ever after, in some kind of sick ironic twist of fate."
"........I...I don't know what you're talking about. But...I wouldn't do that....I mean..."
"Shut up and get out of my sight."
"......" Should I have taken the cigarette?