Skinner (Wastelanders)/Dialogue

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==W05_MQ_003P_Muscle==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Our inventory is kept locked securely away elsewhere in the building, so you can rest assured, nothing has tampered with them. 	
 	 	 	Once you've purchased the body you desire, I'll give you a card that will allow you access to the showroom and you may select whichever model you like. 	
 	 	 	Well now, that's an interesting idea. Business has been ... grim, spirit. Your haunting could perhaps drum up the business we require. 	
 	 	 	What say we meet halfway and I knock some off the price. 	
 	 	 	Well now, that's an interesting idea. Business has been ... grim, my living friend. Perhaps your word could drum up the business we require. 	
 	 	 	Let's say we meet halfway and I knock some off the price. 	
 	 	 	... you make a fair point. But I can't just GIVE you a frame. That'd make us no better than those slavish socialists across the Pacific. 	You've been swayed by this person's logic.
 	 	 	But I could see providing you a discount. 	
 	 	 	Certainly. Send your boy along and I'll walk the young man through how to make the transfer once you've made your purchase. 	
 	 	 	Our most cost-effective options are the Protectrons. Sturdy, but slow and poorly equipped. 	Brightening just a little. Making the sale is what you're best at.
 	 	 	Honestly, I wouldn't even consider something so crude unless you had no other option. 	Brightening just a little. Making the sale is what you're best at.
 	 	 	The superior choice is clearly the Handy - the pre-war pinnacle of robotic design. A bit more expensive, but reliable, durable, and dexterous ... 	Brightening just a little. Making the sale is what you're best at.
 	 	 	... though the model is known to go a bit ... haywire, I suppose. 	Getting back to your normal sad level.
 	 	 	It is my lot in life. 	
 	 	 	As such, all of our machines have already been spoken for. Outstanding deal with the United States military just waiting for pick up. You understand. 	Taking a small amount of glee in shooting them down.
 	 	 	Hmm. My duty is my cell, spirit. Trapped behind this counter until I finally fade from this world. *sigh* Some day. 	A little wistful as you think about the fact that someday you'll be dead. Emphasis on the world "duty."
 	 	 	But, I digress. What can I do for you? 	
 	 	 	I knew it. 	A little flicker of happiness.
 	 	 	Well, spirit, unfortunately, Assaultrons are military-grade hardware. 	
 	 	 	Well, spirit, unfortunately, Assaultron's are military-grade hardware. 	
 	 	 	Assaultrons are military-grade hardware, spirit. 	
 	 	 	Assaultrons are military-grade hardware, my professed live-ling. 	"Live" as in the verb, not the adjective.
 	 	 	Hmm. So I thought. No need to put on airs with me. 	
 	 	 	I understand your plight, spirit. My name's Skinner, and I am trapped in here, much like you are trapped in undeath. 	
 	 	 	Now, what do you require to leave me alone? 	
 	 	 	You have no idea. Well, what can I do for you, spirit? I'm Skinner, by the by, at your service. 	
 	 	 	Must we, spirit? *sigh* So be it. Welcome to Duncan & Duncan's, Appalachia's premier robotics dealer. I am Skinner. 	
 	 	 	How may I help you, alleged member of the living? 	
 	 	 	I cannot bring you the peace you require, spirit. Leave me be. 	
 	 	 	What do we have here? Are you another ghost? 	
 	 	 	Hardly, spirit. Your bone morphology suggests a distant relative. At best. 	Very skeptical. This person just claimed to be your former boss.
 	 	 	But I suppose I could extend you the standard family discount ... with perhaps a little extra thrown in out of respect for the dead. 	
 	 	 	Crap. He must've just... got lost somewhere. 	Concerned your best friend might be hurt.
 	 	 	Still, beats the hell out of your current address, don't it, doll? 	
 	 	 	You're not the one about to be shoved into a toaster, Duchess. But yes. Honestly, thank you for sticking your neck out for me. 	A little begrudgingly initially, but then authentically grateful as the line completes.
 	 	 	You... you're a Duncan? Hmm. I perhaps see some... distant resemblance, spirit. 	Scrutinizing.
 	 	 	But Misters Duncan... why they'd tan my hide if I gave away an Assaultron. Here. You may take the Protectron. You can find it in the adjacent room. 	Obligingly. "Misters" is intentional. There were two of them. And you're afraid of them. Add a little shiver.
 	 	 	It was slated for one of the lesser clans in the region - the Garrahans or some such. Misters Duncan I'm sure would be thrilled to keep it in the family.	
 	 	 	Tell me you got a Stimpak. I'm hurting here. 	Trying to be polite while fighting through the pain.
 	 	 	You've got to find Polly. Please. 	You're in a bunch of pain.
 	 	 	Ah ha. My promise of baking your enemies to a crisp was too much, huh? So just pick me up and let's blow this pop stand. 	You're trying to convince this stranger to help you back to the Wayward.
 	 	 	Oh well now. 	You're slowly falling apart and losing your mind.
 	 	 	So, you ready to hear about Crane? 	You're slowly falling apart and losing your mind.
 	 	 	Spirit. I do hope you understand about the Assaultrons. They belong to the military. My hands are simply tied. 	
 	 	 	Non-spirit. I do hope you understand about the Assaultrons. They belong to the military. My hands are simply tied. 	
 	 	 	Oh well now. Our cat burglar. 	You're slowly falling apart and losing your mind.
 	 	 	If you're snooping around for the Assaultrons, spirit, you're wasting your time. They belong to the military. My hands are simply tied. 	
 	 	 	If you're snooping around for the Assaultrons, non-spirit, you're wasting your time. They belong to the military. My hands are simply tied 	
 	 	 	Your unlicensed entry has been noted, spirit. Now, what is it? 	
 	 	 	Yes, spirit? What is it now? 	
 	 	 	Your unlicensed entry has been noted, live-ling. Now, what is it? 	
 	 	 	Yes, live-ling? What is it now? 	
 	 	 	How nice for you. 	Somber. You're not thrilled this person is able to leave and you can't.
 	 	 	A good one... I hope. It's... complicated. But I'll walk you through every detail if you do this for us. 	A little flustered. You're not exactly sure how to describe this.
 	 	 	By all means. 	
 	 	 	Not for purchase, no. 	Dour, but taking a little glee in shooting someone down.
 	 	 	The mint-condition Protectron and Handy bodies we have on the premises have been... spoken for. 	Dour, but taking a little glee in shooting someone down.
 	 	 	And our resupplier is already desperately late with our latest shipment. 	Dour, but taking a little glee in shooting someone down.
 	 	 	I do hope you understand. 	Dour, but taking a little glee in shooting someone down.
 	 	 	I-is that so? ... Misters Duncan are so very risk averse. Fine. Here. You may collect it upstairs... hmm hmm hmm. Fool. 	Nervous initially, because you think you're getting an amazing deal. "Hmm hmm hmm" is a quiet sinister laugh to yourself, as is "Fool."
 	 	 	Bottle caps? Actual trash? Hmm. Then it's likely safe to presume the amount you'd need to offer is in the mid-ten figures. 	Snobbily amused.
 	 	 	I'm sorry, but I simply cannot. The price of such a machine even before its... noted uptick in demand was in millions of dollars. 	A little bit of joy from shooting this person down.
 	 	 	I'm sorry, but I simply cannot. The price of such a machine even before its... noted uptick in demand was in the millions of dollars. 	A little bit of joy from shooting this person down.
 	 	 	Oh. I wish you'd said so sooner. Deepest apologies, General. Here you are. The frame's upstairs. 	A little nervous, but still dour.
 	 	 	Ah, excellent. It's been waiting for you... though our records show the request from McClintock was for a replacement Handy frame, not an Assaultron. 	Brightening a little, then confused.
 	 	 	Here. You may collect it upstairs. 	
 	 	 	And you'll do what, exactly? Kill me? Release at long last? Hmm. As welcome of a change as that may be, I really should decline. 	Brightening just a little. This person offered to kill you, and that bring you joy.
 	 	 	But here. It's been so long since anyone's given even I thought to what I may want. You'll find it upstairs. 	Brightening just a little. This person offered to kill you, and that bring you joy.
 	 	 	Hey! Where are we going? We've got creeps to clean up! 	You're being carried away from battle against your will.
==W05_HolotapeQuest_LVC==
(Negotiations)
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	... very well... sir. 	Actively afraid. Your master has lost his mind and is now planning to reprogram you, but you can't say no. Still normal voice and tone.
 	 	 	No, sir. 	Deeply concerned. You realize something is way off. You haven't yet been reprogrammed, so you can have a more normal voice and tone.
 	 	 	Sir... there's no one there. 	Deeply concerned. You realize something is way off. You haven't yet been reprogrammed, so you can have a more normal voice and tone.
 	 	 	Your brother? ...at the cemetery? 	Deeply concerned. Very delicate on "at the cemetery". You haven't yet been reprogrammed, so you can have a more normal voice and tone.
 	 	 	Mr. Duncan, I hardly mean to be rude, but where, exactly would you like me to bring this tea?	Concerned. The request made is one you can't fulfill. You haven't yet been reprogrammed, so you can have a more normal voice and tone.
 	 	 	Yes, Mr. Duncan? 	Approaching your master. You haven't yet been reprogrammed, so you can have a more normal voice and tone.
==W05_MQ_003P_Muscle_DuncanNDuncanQuest_Interior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	This is lunacy! Stop at once! 	Someone's going on a rampage and you're trying not to get killed.
 	 	 	Master Duncan! Master Duncan! Aid me! 	Someone's going on a rampage and you're trying not to get killed.
 	 	 	I am not yet ready to go! 	Someone's going on a rampage and you're trying not to get killed.
 	 	 	Please. Let us be! 	Someone's going on a rampage and you're trying not to get killed.
 	 	 	Please. Let us be, spirit! 	Someone's going on a rampage and you're trying not to get killed.
 	 	 	I am not sure if I mentioned it before, but I must thank you for your service. Thank you. 	Somber, but sincere,
 	 	 	Liveling. 	Somber.
 	 	 	I would ask you to keep your hands off the merchandise. 	
 	 	 	I heard some screaming outside the window. Do the ghosts rule the outside world as well now? 	Just a little bit of a smirk at the end of this.
 	 	 	Would you believe it? A man came in here and ran off with our merchandise. The gall. 	Clutching your pearls.
 	 	 	If I encounter any damage in those showrooms, you should expect a bill. 	Stern.
 	 	 	An entire cap... Misters Duncan will be thrilled to hear it. 	Somber, but giddy.
 	 	 	Hmm. Sweet oblivion. Someday... 	Dreaming somberly and happily of your own death.
 	 	 	General. I do hope you'll accept my apologies about the mix-up. It's so hard to tell rank these days. 	Somber.
 	 	 	The Duncan line is an ancient and proud one. Why, there's been a Duncan in this great nation ever since the 1980s. But I'm sure you already knew that.	Somber.
 	 	 	I do hope the new machine is serving you well. We pride ourselves on our dedication to quality. 	Somber. You believe you're talking to a ghost and you're not afraid.
 	 	 	Spirit. Are we to be your new haunt? Delightful. 	Somber. You believe you're talking to a ghost and you're not afraid.
 	 	 	Excuse me! Entrance into the showrooms is for customers only! 	Shocked. Someone's breaking into one of your showrooms.
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