Sal Sticky Fingers/Dialogue

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==XPD_AC_Dialogue_Sal==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Ha ha! Yes! I bet those fools got what was coming to 'em! 	Celebratory.
 	 	 	Now I'll be taking that. 	Wanting his payment.
 	 	 	Thanks for the help, kid. 	Grateful.
 	 	 	Kid's too damn sensitive, that's why! 	A bit annoyed and defensive.
 	 	 	All right, well, we maybe had a little altercation some time ago. He's so wound up, I thought it'd be funny to do a little prank and uh, pants him. 	Trying to downplay the fact this was not a nice thing to do.
 	 	 	Problem is, I'd just ate some honey. These gavones 'round here keep saying my hands are always sticky. It ain't sweat, it was honey, all right?! 	Very defensive about this.
 	 	 	So I goes to grab Billy's pants to pull 'em down, but my fingers got stuck to 'em. So when I yank down... 	Telling the story dramatically.
 	 	 	I ripped the kid's pants clear off. 	The climax of the story.
 	 	 	He was runnin' around the club like a chicken with his head cut off screamin' about how he didn't want anyone seeing his underpants. 	Trying to hold back laughter as he recounts this.
 	 	 	*chuckles* I mean, it was pretty funny. 	Laughing as he recalls it. He still doesn't see the error in his ways.
 	 	 	Since then, I guess it messed him up good, 'cuz he wears like fifty belts on his pants every day. 	Getting a bit more serious.
 	 	 	And that's why the boys all call him Billy Beltbuckles now. 	Ending the story.
 	 	 	Haven't seen your mug around here, but you can bet I've seen them caps of yours. 	Casual, friendly, a bit sleazy.
 	 	 	Name's Sal. You need to make a quick buck, I'm your guy. 	Opening the player up to future sleazy business opportunities.
 	 	 	Back again, eh? I tend to have that effect on people. 	Egotistical.
 	 	 	You come around like a bad habit. 'Course, this city's full of those. 	Making a bad joke.
 	 	 	Hey kid. How are you doin'? 	Casual and friendly.
 	 	 	Ah, look what the wind dragged in. You got a good reason to bother a fella with a drink? 	Casual, sarcastic.
 	 	 	Well, well, well! If it isn't my favorite grifter! 	Is suddenly very fond of the player.
 	 	 	Good, kid. This'll be sure to get the other mobsters to mob me with praise. 	Making a horrible pun. Puts a lot of emphasis on "mob."
 	 	 	*laughs obnoxiously* 	He is laughing obnoxiously as the text suggests. Maybe a snort.
 	 	 	Oh, you're still here. I'll make sure to tell ol'Billy to sweeten the reward for you. 	Forgets the player is there as he was so amused at his own joke.
 	 	 	You can thank your ol'Uncle Sal for that! 	Thinks he's amazing and that he's responsible for everything the player did right.
 	 	 	Suit yourself, kid. Not everyone has the hustler mentality. 	Trying to shrug it off, but he throws that jab in at the end because he's secretly annoyed the player won't help him.
 	 	 	I operate on a need-to-know basis, kid. 	This is code for "no they don't know and they would be mad if they did."
 	 	 	I only tell the other Wise Guys what they need to know. And, between you and me? 	He is in no position of authority to do this and knows he's in the wrong.
 	 	 	They don't need to know. Once I start pulling in more caps, they won't be complaining. 	This is also not true, because his schemes rarely work.
 	 	 	Maybe then I'll finally get some damn respect 'round here. 	Annoyed he is not as respected as he thinks he should be.
 	 	 	Eh, what's with all the unnecessary questions, kid? I thought we were golden. 	Skirting around the player's question. He's just lazy.
 	 	 	Beltbuckles has attracted a lot of attention from the Showboys and the Munis. Negative attention. 	Trying to suggest that he'd get killed if he went out to do it himself.
 	 	 	I see it in my best interest to wait here in the safety of the club while our associates raid the casino. 	Skirting around the fact he's just a coward.
 	 	 	Now that's the entrepreneurial spirit I like to see! 	Elated that the player is about to make him a ton of caps.
 	 	 	Just lift the caps from the machines, and bring 'em on back to ol' Sal. 	Making it sound incredibly simple.
 	 	 	Besides that, I've got another lucrative business opportunity. If you can power on the anti-cheat detection system in the casino, we can exploit it.	Overeager and slimy.
 	 	 	Then...steal the stolen winnings off of whatever poor sucker gets caught. Bring it back to me, and we'll split it. 	Speaking conspiratorially.
 	 	 	Work with me, and you'll be a millionaire before you know it, kid. 	This is blatantly not true, but he's self-assured enough to believe it.
 	 	 	Didn't have nothin' else to say anyway. 	Casual, aloof.
 	 	 	What do you think we do? We make caps. 	Surprised the player is asking such a dumb question.
 	 	 	Run the casinos, keep the chems and booze flowin', and find ways for the lovely people of Atlantic City to, uh... 	Making this out to be this amazing thing, gets a bit awkward on the end.
 	 	 	Indulge in their vices. 	Using a polite term for the fact that they sell debauchery.
 	 	 	On top of all of that, we help the showboys keep the streets safe. 	Making the mafia out to be valiant heroes.
 	 	 	Only thing we don't do is sing showtunes and keep the lights on. 	Making a sarcastic joke, he doesn't think these things are all that important.
 	 	 	That's for the Munis and showboys to figure out. 	"Not my monkeys, not my circus" statement.
 	 	 	Don Quentino bought it up before the bombs. Prime real estate, it was. 	Talking glowingly of the night club.
 	 	 	He fixed it up into somethin' like a headquarters for us. 	Explaining to the player.
 	 	 	A place for the Family to lay low without the damn Munis up our asses wanting their "taxes." 	Annoyed at the civilian government wanting taxes paid.
 	 	 	Me. Ain't it obvious? 	Full of himself. This is obviously not true.
 	 	 	Officially, it's Don Quentino. He's the Godfather, and has been since...well, since I was a tyke. 	Explaining the structure of the Family.
 	 	 	Nice guy, so long as you don't piss him off. Don't tell him I said that though. 	Is genuinely a bit afraid of Quentino.
 	 	 	You wouldn't want to go disrespecting his little sister, Concerta. That woman thinks she runs the place. Hah! 	Making a joke about Concerta running the place since women can't be don. The irony here is that she actually does behind the scenes.
 	 	 	If you say so, kid. Anything else? 	Player asked to talk about something else.
 	 	 	The Munis? Buncha sticks in the mud. 	Amused that the player is even asking about the government.
 	 	 	They think they're all saints because they keep the utilities and emergency services and whatnot running. 	Judging them for being "goody two shoes."
 	 	 	Tell you what, though? Real reason people come to Atlantic City ain't for the damn crops. 	Very convinced that he's right.
 	 	 	It's for the casinos. 	Proud of this fact.
 	 	 	Don't like 'em showboys 'n girls. They're weird as weird gets. 	Judgmental and tired.
 	 	 	Sure, they got the whole circus clown act going, putting on shows and shit. 	Downplaying what the Showmen actually do.
 	 	 	Deep down, they're vicious. Wilier than a pack of starved, rabies-infected hyenas. 	Now overexaggerating how dangerous they are. But he may be right.
 	 	 	'Course, they're nothing I couldn't handle. Not that I've ever tested that hypothesis. 	Very confident on the first line. Backtracks on the second line.
 	 	 	Saves me some breath, I guess. 	Casual, tired.
 	 	 	Sure I am. What else would I be, a radroach? 	Making a terrible joke. Annoyed.
 	 	 	My pop was in with the Family, now I am too. 	Explaining his circumstances.
 	 	 	'Cept he got a lot more respect around here than I ever do. 	Upset that he doesn't live up to his father's reputation.
 	 	 	Did ya get out your binoculars to see that? 	Annoyed and defensive.
 	 	 	Those were there when I got the glass, capiche? 	Annoyed, he absolutely does have fingerprints on his glass.
 	 	 	Those loose-lipped gavones would have you believe I've got sweaty palms. 	Angry that people think he has sweaty palms.
 	 	 	I don't, y'hear?! My doctor said I don't sweat no more than any other fella. 	Very defensive about his sweaty palms.
 	 	 	My fingers ain't sticky, but these rumors tend to stick even when they ain't true. You know that. 	Trying to defend himself, he knows it's true.
 	 	 	Looks like we've got a know-it-all here. 	Annoyed, upset the player called him out for being an idiot.
 	 	 	Listen kid, how about you remember who your betters are here, huh? 	Annoyed, trying to gaslight the player into thinking he's superior.
 	 	 	Me? I run this joint. 	Full of himself, over-exaggerating.
 	 	 	Well, not technically. But metaphorically? Absolutely. 	Using big words to justify himself, he doesn't really know what they mean.
 	 	 	I'm an expert in generating caps through... clever means. 	Overestimating his abilities once again.
 	 	 	I'm like a multiplication table. You gimme ten caps, I quadruple that into fifty. 	Doing terrible math. Trying to brag at the same time.
 	 	 	Yeah, I'm sure you will. 	Casual, sarcastic.
 	 	 	Ah, so it's a boring question. 	Not interested if it isn't about him.
 	 	 	Shoot. 	Casual, friendly.
 	 	 	It's about time someone does. 	Casual, friendly, a bit full of himself.
 	 	 	Maybe I was a bit harsh. Apologies. 	Realizing he overdid it a bit.
 	 	 	It's just my talents go unappreciated around here, and it leaves me a bit sour at times, y'know? 	Opening up a bit.
 	 	 	Ah yes, thank you Captain Obvious. What, do I not smile enough for ya? 	Annoyed and bitter, sarcastic.
 	 	 	If you want some clowns to make you laugh, stop by the Boardwalk. How about that, huh? 	Making defensive jokes.
 	 	 	Thought you'd never ask. 	
 	 	 	Thought you'd never ask! We made a fat load of caps off of 'em last time. 	Happy the player asked because he'll get to make money.
 	 	 	Same deal as last time. Find the "improved" slot machines, relieve 'em of their caps, and bring the honeypot back to me. Capiche? 	Laying it all out happily.
 	 	 	So the little tyke sent you over. Yeah, I could use your help with a little something. Make a few caps off some poor fools. 	Casual, sly.
 	 	 	People go to casinos to gamble. And people really like slot machines. I guess them fruits do something for 'em. 	Making sarcastic jokes and laying everything out like it is.
 	 	 	Anyway, I may have, uh, replaced some of the slot machines in the casino with better ones. New and improved. 	Skating around the fact he replaced the slot machines with broken ones that will just steal people's money.
 	 	 	These new and improved machines skip all the unnecessary show business. They take your money, and that's it! 	Trying to make this sound like a good thing when it's not.
 	 	 	Problem is, I need someone to go and collect all the caps people put in the machines. 	Propositioning the player.
 	 	 	Don't wanna play poker with Sticky Fingers, they said. He always cheats, they said. Pah! 	Quoting the other mafiosos in a mocking tone, speaking to himself. Is upset he was left out.
 	 	 	Even one of those Muni medics told me palm sweat's normal. So what's the big deal, huh? 	Upset about the fact everyone makes fun of him for his sweaty hands.
 	 	 	Booze here could be better. Feels like the Family's been skimping on quality lately. 	Complaining about the quality of the alcohol in the night club.
 	 	 	Where's that kid Billy? Gah, I'll just wait until I see someone with ten belts on it. 	Searching for Billy Beltbuckles, annoyed that he can’t find him.
 	 	 	The don keeps promoting these gavones. It's disrespectful, is what it is. No one works harder around here than me! 	Gavone = Italian for pig. Complaining that he’s underappreciated.
 	 	 	What else is there to do in this city but be a mobster? Suppose I could spin some hula hoops like the showboys. 	Annoyed that he’s not doing well in his “occupation.” Insulting the Showmen for being entertainers.
 	 	 	"Kleptomaniac." Since when did wanting to be rich make you a maniac? 	Reflecting annoyingly at something someone accused him of.
 	 	 	I ain't much in terms of "muscle." But brains? Oh yeah, got tons of those. 	Talking himself up.
 	 	 	One of these days, Sal. They'll see you're the best goddamn made man this city's ever seen. 	Giving himself a pep talk.
 	 	 	My pop was pretty esteemed 'round here. Shame respect's only hereditary when you're the don. 	Complaining about how the don comes into power through bloodline but he can’t even get the respect his parents had.
 	 	 	Come on, Sal, think. What's the next big hit going to be? 	Trying to brainstorm a new get rich quick scheme.
 	 	 	So, the Munis can tax us up the wazoo, but when I "collect" it's considered "stealing"? Ridiculous. 	Comparing his larceny schemes to the government collecting taxes.
 	 	 	Steal? Oh, no, no. Those caps were cold, see, so I had to warm them up in my hands a bit. Flu's been going around lately, you know? 	Deceptive and sleezy. Trying to excuse the fact he pickpocketed someone.
 	 	 	Sticky Fingers? That's just a nickname. I wash my hands, y'hear? I ain't an animal, capiche? 	Trying to hide his desperation to not be called Sticky Fingers. Trying to be intimidating.
 	 	 	I'm a reputable businessman, through and through. Those slot machines? I did say they were out of order! In two point font. 	Lying to save face, trying to be convincing.
 	 	 	Hey, you. Yes, you. Don't trust what you've been hearing 'round here. These people love to run their mouths. 	Annoyed, trying to hide the fact that he’s upset people call him Sticky Fingers.
 	 	 	Those pockets of yours are pretty full, huh? You've been walking 'round here sounding like a human tambourine. 	Making friendly conversation at face value, but is really interested in the player’s money.
 	 	 	If it isn't my favorite thief! Got any caps to spare for your Uncle Sal? 	Disgustingly friendly.
 	 	 	I'm a made man, but there ain't nothing made about me, kid. 	Grim and depressing. “Made man” is a term for a mafioso.
 	 	 	Hey, kid. Next round's on me. After you pay for the first one, of course. 	Inviting the player to sit with him, trying to get free booze off of him.
 	 	 	A word of advice. Don't piss off Concerta, or she'll have you writing your own requiem. 	Genuine advice, tapered with bitter humor and frustration.
 	 	 	Why the long face, kid? Oh, sorry, you just look like that. 	Making a dig at the player’s appearance for fun.
 	 	 	Don't listen to Billy, all right? Kid's too sensitive. I didn't do nothin' to him. 	Defensive, trying to escape culpability for pranking Billy.
 	 	 	Some salesmen sell vacuums and spoons. I've got invaluable life knowledge. 	Talking himself up to the player.
 	 	 	How am I supposed to profit off of your death?! 	Taunting the enemy.
 	 	 	Time is money and you're a waste of both! 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Let's just get this over with! 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	Are you sure you wanna mess with these guns?! 	Taunting. Emphasis on "these."
 	 	 	Argh! 	In pain.
 	 	 	It's...just a scratch! 	Trying to hide how much pain he is in.
 	 	 	Gah! That's gonna hurt in the morning. 	In pain, sarcastic.
 	 	 	I'm taking you down! 	Overly confident. Aggressive.
 	 	 	You don't stand a chance! 	Aggressive.
 	 	 	Just die already! 	Aggressive.
==XPD_AC01_Mission_Tax==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I'm being real generous by asking you twice, Beltbuckles. 	Threatening and dramatic.
 	 	 	Where's our money?! 	Confronting Billy angrily.
 	 	 	Thanks for getting me out of that! 	Grateful, appreciative, cowardly.
 	 	 	He told me he would use my belts to turn me into a Christmas ribbon! 	Aghast and terrified at the idea of this.
 	 	 	This is a catastrophe! We're not allowed to whack Showmen! 	Panicked and afraid.
 	 	 	*sighs* I suppose you did what you had to do. It was me or him. 	Sighs at the beginning. Resigned, is still appreciative to have not been killed.
 	 	 	You're back! And only bleeding a little bit! So cool! 	Impressed, surprised, and excited that the player lived through the task he gave them.
 	 	 	I know you've already done a lot for me, but I really, really need your help with the casino. 	Pleading and hopeful.
 	 	 	You did it! I can't believe it! I mean, I believed it then, and now. 	Excited, exuberant, in disbelief
 	 	 	But not in the entirety I do now. That'll teach 'em not to mess with us, huh? 	Confident in the player. Hypes himself up egotistically at the end as if he helped at all.
 	 	 	This isn't the last time we'll need to contend with them. I'll have to call on you again in the future. Do you think you can handle that? 	Hopeful and pleading. He still needs the player's help in the future.
 	 	 	You ready to get started? I'm growing old here. 	Casual and bored.
 	 	 	It's such a relief to see your face around here. We've got a lot to do. Well, you have a lot to do. 	Genuinely relieved. The player being here means he'll survive another day. Corrects himself sheepishly on the last bit.
 	 	 	I'm really just moral support at this point. 	Realistic about the fact he isn't really useful at all.
 	 	 	Sounds like that's a wrap on another day of hard work! 	Positive and chipper.
 	 	 	You know, sometimes I feel like I could learn a thing or two from you. 	Impressed and admiring the player.
 	 	 	What's up? 	Casual and receptive.
 	 	 	Is something wrong? 	Worried the player won't be able to help him.
 	 	 	Is everything taken care of? 	Eager to hear his issues were resolved.
 	 	 	I'm telling you, I don't know anything! 	Defensive and afraid.
 	 	 	Finally! I was running out of angles to play to get your precious attention. You and I are gonna make a fat stack of caps today, kid! You got a name? 	Excited, making a few wise cracks.
 	 	 	Ah, who needs names anyways? *laughs* My first name, Business. My last name, Maker. Wait, no... Money. It's Money Maker. 	Trying to make a clever joke, but he can't as he's not clever.
 	 	 	All right, I give up. I just need help. You look helpful. Help me. 	Sighs and gives up on being clever.
 	 	 	Well look who came crawling back! 	Misplaced confidence.
 	 	 	Less talky, more worky. What d'you want kid? 	Wants to get this done as soon as possible, but not angry.
 	 	 	You need something? I thought that was all pretty cut and dry. 	Wondering why the player's back so soon.
 	 	 	Did ya take care of business yet? 	Eager.
 	 	 	So...that Showman you dealt with wasn't alone. A whole lot of them may want me a little bit...dead. 	Trying to explain this without sounding responsible. Awkward.
 	 	 	They have a radio transmitter set up here in the Casino Quarter. If you can shut it off, they'll come crawling out to restart it. 	Unsure of himself, hopeful that this plan will work.
 	 	 	Then you just, uh, have a friendly chat with them! With your gun. 	
 	 	 	Just be careful. The Showmen are ruthless. 	Desperate and nervous.
 	 	 	Have you ever left incriminating evidence just lying around accidentally for anyone to find because you forgot to incinerate it? 	Nervous and sheepish.
 	 	 	A relatable problem, I know. Well, we've got a lot of uh, monetary assets to hide temporarily during the audit. We've stashed them all around here. 	Sheepish and ashamed of his actions.
 	 	 	If you can find them and toss them where the sun doesn't shine, that would definitely be a weight off me. 	Desperate and pleading.
 	 	 	I thought Buttercup would wait a bit longer before sending his goons after me, but turns out they like arriving early. Great. 	Annoyed by this and simultaneously afraid for his life.
 	 	 	I need you to find them and deal with them, otherwise the next belt on me will be around my body bag. 	Afraid for his life.
 	 	 	I don't want you to kill them, it's not my way. But they aren't going to go home without a head to display. 	Trying to hide how panicked he is.
 	 	 	Ask that jerk Sal Sticky Fingers. 	Angry with Sal.
 	 	 	He'll tell you what he did. I'd rather not talk about it. 	Remembering a painful memory.
 	 	 	Well, lie! 	Very upset at the thought of doing this.
 	 	 	They want me to say we didn't earn as much money as we did so that we'd owe the Showmen and the Munis less! 	Very upset at this idea.
 	 	 	And then I've gotta hide the money to make it look real. If anyone asks questions, then I'm supposed to make them "disappear." 	Still upset, puts emphasis on "disappear."
 	 	 	I know you might expect that from uh, the "Family", but this is really not typical of us. 	Trying to explain himself.
 	 	 	We're supposed to be allies with the Munis and the Showmen. 	A bit sad. He wishes things were this easy.
 	 	 	Quit?! You can't just quit the Family! It's a lifetime commitment. And most of the time, we're born into it! 	Is bewildered and aghast at this notion. Can't believe the player is even suggesting something this ridiculous.
 	 	 	Plus, I'm in too deep now. It's too late to just walk away. 	Frantically trying to explain his position.
 	 	 	Thank goodness for that! You're just in time, too! I promise I'll make it worth your while! 	So relieved and grateful, scrambling to show his gratefulness to the player.
 	 	 	Okay, first thing's first. 	Ready to get down to business.
 	 	 	My pop's a capo. He gave it to me. 'Course, he didn't tell me about all the "extra" responsibilities I'd have. 	Bitter about the "extra responsibilities."
 	 	 	Sometimes I doubt he even knows. Things have changed a lot lately. 	Worried and a bit grim.
 	 	 	Listen, I'm trying my best here! I'm not even a real mafioso. My dad is, and he got me this job. I just don't like killing, is all. 	Defensive and offended in the first bit. Sheepish in the last bit about not liking killing.
 	 	 	I stepped on a beetle a few years ago. I cried for two hours. Do I look like someone who belongs here?! 	Embarrassed by this story. Emphasis on "look."
 	 	 	Y'know, like, math! 	Struggling to come up with an answer.
 	 	 	I thought I'd be doing calculations and managing finances. 	Nervous.
 	 	 	That's what an accountant is supposed to do! 	Defensive and worried.
 	 	 	My job itself. I don't think I can do this. I thought being an accountant was all about money. Turns out, it's not. 	Worried and frantic that he can't do his job. Bemoaning his situation.
 	 	 	I handle the money. But there's been uh, expectations put on me that I wasn't aware of. "Desperate times call for desperate measures", they said. 	Feeling frustrated and upset by the expectations he can't meet.
 	 	 	Except it all flows downhill to me, and it's not really my wheelhouse. I could really use your help taking on these extra responsibilities. 	Nervous and upset.
 	 	 	And then my dad won't be mad at me! 	Getting excited at this prospect.
 	 	 	I'm the accountant for the Family around here. 	Very unsure of himself and socially anxious.
 	 	 	But the job is uh...not what I thought it would be. 	Trying to hide just how afraid he is of his current situation.
 	 	 	I could really use your help. 	Sad and pleading.
 	 	 	You're off the hook, Beltbuckles. For now. 	Cold and threatening.
 	 	 	Well now, that's just the order of business around here, isn't it? 	Slowly-paced, sinister and intimidating.
 	 	 	New in town, huh? Well, I'll put it to you real simple. 	Almost happy that he gets to explain what his organization is.
 	 	 	We make the magic go 'round in Atlantic City. The shows, the talent, the music. It all comes from us. 	Speaking fantastically and aggrandizing the Showmen.
 	 	 	We're masters of the disappearing act. 	Hinting at something sinister.
 	 	 	Just a kid? I don't care if he's still teething. I refuse to go back empty-handed. 	Angry and dramatic, aghast that the player made this insinuation.
 	 	 	And if you're going to stand in my way, well... 	Cold.
 	 	 	I'll give you a spectacle to remember. 	Cold and thinly veiled threat.
 	 	 	Maybe you're right. There's nothing to gain from killing this fool. 	Sigh at the beginning. Realizing that violence won't help at all here.
 	 	 	This...boy, is a mobster. His, uh, "organization" owes us a substantial amount of caps. 	Curt and angry. Pauses on what to call Billy.
 	 	 	And they're using this Einstein to skirt around paying their dues. 	Speaking sarcastically about Billy.
 	 	 	Well, I won't stand for it. There's rules in Atlantic City. Wanna know the most important one? 	Defiant and dramatic.
 	 	 	Don't cheat the Showmen. 	Cold, a veiled threat.
 	 	 	Shut up, Billy. 	Irritated and curt.
 	 	 	You came just in time! 	Billy is frightened and cowardly.
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	This doesn't concern you. I suggest you crawl back into whatever hovel you came from. 	Dramatic and pretentious.
 	 	 	You won't have any belts left to buckle when I'm done with you. 	Threatening and dramatic.
 	 	 	Now, please answer the question before I'm forced to alert my associates. 	Open-ended question with dramaticism.
 	 	 	Don't call me Beltbuckles! Only a wise guy can say that! 	Stammers a bit, trying to act tough but is really afraid.
 	 	 	Hey, uh, I'm Billy. This is a bit awkward. You're here to help, right? 	Billy is very nervous when speaking but pretending to be charismatic.
 	 	 	Meet me in front of the Neapolitan when you land. It's the big casino, you can't miss it! 	Trying to hide his fear.
 	 	 	Hey hey, if it isn't my ace bookcooker back at it again! I'll be at Quentino's. You know where to find me! 	He’s a bit more comfortable with the player now, but still stammers a bit.
 	 	 	They've really lowered their standards letting you in, haven't they? 	Aggressive and angry.
 	 	 	Now Beltbuckles, do you mind telling me where our dues are? 	Confrontational.
 	 	 	I hear a lot less gunfire outside, so that's a good sign! Head to the Neapolitan. I've got a bit more work for you. 	Trying to be positive.
 	 	 	This new feeling is starting to take hold. I think it's called "hope." 	Speaking dramatically.
 	 	 	Uh, not trying to flatter you or anything. 	Realizing he sounds weird.
 	 	 	Till next time, friend! I'll be waiting here. 	Hopeful and positive.
 	 	 	I've got this genius idea to strategically hide our caps. 	Excited about his idea.
 	 	 	Go into the vault and take whatever you can find. Then go back up to the casino and put them in the slots like they're casino chips! 	Telling the player what to do with excitement.
 	 	 	Then take the chips and bring those to the vault! That way, if anyone tries to rob us, they'll just be stealing worthless casino chips! 	Proud of himself for thinking of this plan.
 	 	 	Be careful though, there's an Overgrown infestation in the basement. The Showmen and Munis might encounter them before you, if you catch my drift. 	Alluding to the fact they probably were turned into Overgrown.
 	 	 	You'll also want to chat with Sal before you go. He might have some work for you. That's what he asked me to say, anyway. 	Annoyed that he has to deal with Sal at all.
 	 	 	I was keeping track of our profit records on some terminals in the casino. 	Sheepish, trying to hide the truth.
 	 	 	Problem is, uh, these records could be what some would call "compromising." Or "illegal." 	Trying to nervously undermine the seriousness of this.
 	 	 	I need you to go wipe the records from those terminals before anyone finds them! 	Expressing fearful urgency.
 	 	 	And uh...I forgot my password again. So you'll just have to hack into them. Think of it like a fun little game! 	Apologetic, trying to reframe this into something fun.
 	 	 	You'll also want to chat with Sal before you go. He might have some work for you. 	A bit grim about the fact he has to mention Sal.
 	 	 	I heard from some of the capos that the Showmen left some bugs in the casino. It's rude and thoughtless. 	Judgemental and annoyed at this.
 	 	 	We can't let them find out about all the trustworthy, aboveboard things we're doing. 	Knows he's lying.
 	 	 	I need you to track down the bugs using the signals they emit and disable them. 	Giving the player instructions, but still nervous about the situation.
 	 	 	Just be careful though, you'll probably run into some Showmen crawling around there. 	A word of warning.
 	 	 	You'll also want to chat with Sal before you go. He might have some work for you. 	Irritated that he has to mention Sal.
 	 	 	Well, uh, you see... 	Awkward and nervous.
 	 	 	The auditors are sort of uh...waiting for me. And they want to kill me. 	Afraid and nervous. Doesn't like admitting to this.
 	 	 	I'm sure if you talk to them nicely they'll back down! 	Naive and clueless.
 	 	 	In the vault of course! And the chips are right where you expect to find them. The gambling tables. 	Saying it like it's obvious.
 	 	 	Uh, not that I would know. I could never really wrap my head around blackjack or poker. 	Ashamed and awkward.
 	 	 	MAY DAY, MAY DAY! DROP WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING AND GET TO QUENTINO'S ASAP! I NEED- 	Terrified, urgent, panicking.
 	 	 	*broadcast cuts out* 	Static noise.
 	 	 	We need to get the excess caps out of here pronto! They're all holed up in a bunch of safes. 	Panicked.
 	 	 	The good news is that we have a professional safecracker to extract it all safely. 	Seems a bit hopeful at this.
 	 	 	The bad news is that the whole basement is swarmed with Overgrown. 	Trying to pretend this isn't as big of a deal as it is.
 	 	 	We need to hide all the gold to keep up the ruse! 	Panicked.
 	 	 	Take the bars and throw them into the Overgrown holes to hide them. No one will ever think to check there! 	He thinks this is a brilliant idea but is still worried.
 	 	 	We've got trouble coming in! And by trouble I mean Showmen. 	Anxious
 	 	 	They maybe want my head on a plaque. For reasons that are maybe valid. I don't think they're gonna leave real easy. You're gonna have to whack 'em. 	Nervous and skating around the enormity of this.
 	 	 	There should be three of them total. But hey, if you could try staying alive, that'd be really good! 	Trying to stay positive despite being panicked.
 	 	 	We've got trouble coming in! The Overgrown are getting in from the basement! All of that chaos gave them the chance! 	Billy is scared and frantic.
 	 	 	Oh, he's here in the club! You'll find him at the bar. 	Answers the question promptly as it's easy. He always knoes where Sal is in order to avoid him.
 	 	 	Perfect, I'll be waiting! 	Happy to know the player will help him.
 	 	 	Oh, I'm going to celebrate for sure! 	Positive and excited.
 	 	 	I was gonna go to the bar and pretend to fit in. 	He's a bit sheepish about this.
 	 	 	Well, actually, I contributed. Sort of. 	Trying to hype himself up.
 	 	 	I did-well, no. That was you. Well I- Okay no, that was also you. 	Trying to think of a way that he was helpful.
 	 	 	But I was physically alive during it. And in the relative nature of space and time, I was technically right next to you the whole time. 	Using very stretched scientific reasoning to justify him being a coward.
 	 	 	So yes. I contributed. 	Proud of himself.
 	 	 	I'm going to head to Quentino's. If you need me, you know where to find me. 	Slyly escaping putting any sort of effort in to help due to his cowardice.
 	 	 	The slots? Oh, you'll find 'em all around the main floor of the casino. Although it's possible the Family may have foolishly decommissioned a few. 	A bit bitter about the fact the Family took down some of them.
 	 	 	If that's the case, there may be some in the storage rooms. 	Giving directional aid.
 	 	 	Now that's a tricky one. They could be anywhere around the casino, I guess. The main floor, the hotel wing, or possibly near the entrance. 	Trying to think.
 	 	 	Just keep your eyes peeled for a well-dressed cold one, I guess. One thing to keep a look out for is the turret that killed 'em. 	Dark humor.
 	 	 	Yeah, the anti-cheat system would've mowed them down with an automated turret, right? So, you look up, then look down. Capiche? 	Explaining bluntly. "Capiche" means "understand?"
 	 	 	Family schmamily! Why work FOR the Family when you can work for yourself? That's how I look at it. 	Clearly ignoring the elephant in the room here.
 	 	 	Listen, kid, uh... Maybe keep this little arrangement between us, okay? No one's gotta know. And it's not like it's hurting nobody. 	Clears throat awkwardly before speaking.
 	 	 	'Cept for that one gambler, but I like to close my eyes and pretend they don't exist. Truth be told. 	Absolving himself of guilt comically.
 	 	 	How long are you going to let this go on for, Billy?! 	Annoyed, frustrated.
 	 	 	They're scattered around the casino floor and in the offices. Think one's even in one of the hotel rooms! 	Trying to remember.
 	 	 	I know, I know! Everyone said I should just write it down. 	Frustrated he keeps getting critiqued about this.
 	 	 	But I've got a cramp in my writing wrist. 	Whiny and complaining.
 	 	 	They're scattered around the casino floor, our offices, and the vault! 	Anxiously giving directions.
 	 	 	Say what you want about the Showmen, but boy are they thorough. 	He's actually impressed by them.
 	 	 	The triad have a peace deal. We can't disallow any Munis or Showmen from being on our turf. 	Explaining with a sense of urgency.
 	 	 	They can't ban us from theirs, either. Trouble is, they've overstayed their welcome. 	Explaining it carefully.
 	 	 	They found things they didn't like, and now they want to kill me. 	Upset and afraid.
 	 	 	See, uh, part of that peace deal talks about us paying equal dues to each other. 	Awkward, knows he's in the wrong here.
 	 	 	If that is violated, then the harmed parties are allowed to whack whoever's responsible. 	Explaining this awkwardly.
 	 	 	And uh... 	Nervous, afraid.
 	 	 	I'm responsible. 	Gulps with fear.
 	 	 	Hey, is this thing on? 	
 	 	 	Listen, I need you to go turn on this computer for me. Not just any computer. 	Completely oblivious to how annoying he is.
 	 	 	It's this anti-cheat software I set up in the basement. Go ahead, power it on! It should help detect if any of our, uh, patrons are cheating! 	
 	 	 	People go to casinos to gamble. And people really like slot machines. I guess them fruits do something for 'em. So I maybe did a few...modifications. 	
 	 	 	A few slot machines may not be working. At all. But I didn't tell the patrons that. Just nab whatever caps they stuck in there for me. 	
 	 	 	You don't know me, and I don't know you. But we don't need to be best pals to make each other rich. 	Used car salesman undertones.
 	 	 	Listen, I need you to go turn on this computer for me. Not just any computer. 	Completely oblivious to how annoying he is.
 	 	 	It's this anti-cheat software I set up in the basement. Go ahead, power it on! It should help detect if any of our, uh, patrons are cheating! 	
 	 	 	People go to casinos to gamble. And people really like slot machines. I guess them fruits do something for 'em. So I maybe did a few...modifications. 	Trying to skirt around the fact he's doing something wrong.
 	 	 	A few slot machines may not be working. At all. But I didn't tell the patrons that. Just nab whatever caps they stuck in there for me. 	Completely lacking remorse.
 	 	 	Help me out, and we'll both come out of this with our pockets lined! 	
 	 	 	These expenses don't add up! Where's the money going?! 	Angry, taunting.
 	 	 	You've got a biiig debt to pay off! 	Taunting the player
 	 	 	Buttercup wants Billy's head, and I'm not going to disagree. 	Threatening.
 	 	 	Oh yeah, forgot to mention! There's lots of Overgrown in the rail cars! Like sleeping commuters, heh. 	Sheepishly adding on.
 	 	 	They're these nasty plant people. Uh, I'm sure you've got this though! 	Emphasizing they're gross, then realizing he needs to hype the player up.
 	 	 	Oh, I think you might've woken the Overgrown up. 	Sheepish.
 	 	 	I guess the Overgrown UNDER-slept. 	Making horrible joke.
 	 	 	Uh, I'll work on that one. 	Regretting his awful joke.
 	 	 	Could you try being ready then? 	Annoyed and impatient.
 	 	 	Stand there and look pretty. What do you think? 	Annoyed by an obvious question.
 	 	 	Just watch my back while I get the goods out of the safes. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	We don't have time to waste. Let's go. 	Matter of fact, curt.
 	 	 	Maybe not as soon as next week! Or, well, it could be even sooner. You're being sarcastic, aren't you? 	Eagerly jumping to correct the player, then realizing this was a dig at his incompetence.
 	 	 	I'll uh, I'll work on my humor while you're gone. 	A bit ashamed of himself for being so dense.
 	 	 	You'll want to head towards the transit area, where all the rail cars are. 	Explaining to the player.
 	 	 	I saw your vertibird land when you came in. It's real close to there, on the upper levels. 	Trying to give directional aid.
 	 	 	I'd be careful though. There's some nasty creatures sleeping in the rail cars. 	Giving a genuine but vague warning.
 	 	 	I hope everything goes well. 	Nervous.
 	 	 	There's a reason I'm hiding out in here. The Casino Quarter's practically crawling with auditors right now! And they're looking for ME of all people! 	He's terrified.
 	 	 	You need to track them down and take them out. I don't care how. There should be a sort of "leader" of each group. 	Determined through fear.
 	 	 	If you take out the leaders, the others will be rudderless. It's pretty much the only chance I've got. So, please. Be careful out there. 	He's genuinely afraid for his life.
 	 	 	The Munis have showed up to audit us, and I'm sure you know how vicious they can be by now! We need to hide our assets to prevent a, uh, a loss. 	Sheepish on the last line. He's very scared of the Munis.
 	 	 	You'll find some crates of "books" around the Casino Quarter. We need to hide our assets to prevent a "loss". 	He thinks this plan is very clever.
 	 	 	Trust me. They're filled with Overgrown! They'll never get those caps out! 	Fails to realize he also won't be able to get his money back.
 	 	 	There's a whole lot of Showmen gathering outside in the Casino Quarter hoping to bring about my last act. 	Afraid, but also feels he's very clever making this joke.
 	 	 	Did you like that joke? I thought of it myself. Anyway, I need you to go outside and turn on this signal scrambler. It'll disrupt their comms. 	A bit sheepish about how bad his joke was, but gets back to business.
 	 	 	Then when they show up to turn it off, just...deal with them. Until there's none left. I'm sure there will be...a diplomatic way of resolving this. 	He knows you're just going to kill them, but is trying to sugarcoat it.
 	 	 	When you're finished up with that, we've got some work to do in the Neapolitan. And by we, uh, I mean you're going in alone. 	Clarifying that he's not actually coming with you, because he's a coward.
 	 	 	Hey, I'm working towards it! I've even been listening to this pre-war self-help holotape. 	Defensive, although he knows this is true.
 	 	 	It's called, "Overcoming Cowardice: A Journey." 	Recounting the title dramatically to get his point across.
 	 	 	More of an odyssey than a journey, I'll tell you that much. 	Annoyed by the fact he's not making much progress. Making a pessimistic joke.
 	 	 	It was! I mean, at the time it was. 	Trying to defend himself.
 	 	 	But you've gotta understand, this ain't a one time job. There's always trouble with the Munis and their stupid taxes. 	Grim and worried.
 	 	 	And the Showmen coming to kick my butt. 	This is the thing he's really afraid of.
 	 	 	That saves my hide for sure. Here's what I need you to do. 	Happy the player is willing to help him. Ready to get down to business.
 	 	 	He saw how well we did last time and was so impressed he made my position permanent. 	Even he is surprised by this.
 	 	 	Hurray. 	This is sarcastic and lifeless. He doesn't want to still be doing his job.
 	 	 	Not yet! Ever since you showed up, people have been thinking twice about taking out yours truly. 	He's very proud of the fact no one threatens him anymore.
 	 	 	That hasn't stopped them from thinking about it once, though. 	He's naively qualifying the fact they still probably want to kill him, but just haven't tried.
 	 	 	Same as always, just a few loose ends to tie up! 	Chipper.
 	 	 	Some book cooking, some number fudging, some uh...disposal. 	Listing activities. Gets a bit awkward on the last one.
 	 	 	I'm sure it'll be no problem for you. 	Goes back to being chipper.
 	 	 	So you're the unlucky bastard the Family duped? Cute. 	Cold, tough, gruff, taunting.
 	 	 	The Family's overdue for an audit. Looks like you'll have to answer for them. 	
 	 	 	*laughs* 	Laughs in a cold, tough way.
 	 	 	You sure like to stir the pot, don't you? Haven't you figured out you're fighting for the wrong side by now? 	Surprised, but still tough and threatening.
 	 	 	Eh, doesn't matter. Someone's going to get audited today. Looks like it's gonna be you. 	Gruff and threatening.
 	 	 	I need you to go down into the vault. It'll get a bit dicey down there with our uh, Overgrown infestation. 	Awkward, but desperately hopeful.
 	 	 	I guess the Overgrown thought our caps were a tasty snack, because they ate them. You'll need to take the caps from them before the Munis do. 	
 	 	 	When you get the caps, recycle them into the slot machines on the casino floor to hide them. Then...just grab some poker chips for the vault! 	
 	 	 	That way, anyone who tries to steal from us will be stealing worthless poker chips instead! Foolproof, right? 	
 	 	 	So, we've got a problem. I maybe was working on a few important documents on some terminals in the Neapolitan. 	Awkward, sheepish, ashamed.
 	 	 	And I maaaybe forgot to delete them. The problem is that the Munis and the Showmen have already infiltrated the casino. So those documents? 	Glossing over how badly he screwed up.
 	 	 	If they're not deleted in time, well, you can see how that would be a very bad look for the Family. And for me. I need you to delete them, ASAP! 	Worried and afraid.
 	 	 	I can't really remember my password, so it'll be on you to get in there! But don't worry! I have the utmost faith in you. 	Faking confidence in the player.
 	 	 	The Showmen are holding up the Neapolitan as we speak demanding their fair dues, which is really quite unfair if you ask me. 	Indignant and afraid.
 	 	 	They've placed some listening bugs around the casino to drop in on our conversations. A clear violation of privacy! 	Framing this as the Showmen's fault when they're entirely in the right here.
 	 	 	Track down all the listening bugs and disable them. We can't have the Showmen knowing about all the trustworthy, aboveboard things we're doing. 	
 	 	 	Looks like the Showmen's comms are down! Couldn't have done it better myself! Or at all. 	Excited that the player managed to shut down the Showmen's communication system, but also a bit sheepish about his own incompetence.
 	 	 	Just be careful! They probably won't like you very much after this. 	A bit naive.
 	 	 	You got me good, toothpick. *coughs* 	Clearly in a lot of pain, but still trying to be tough.
 	 	 	A deal's a deal. The kid's free to go. But I have a feeling this won't be the last time we face off. 	Tough, but still in a lot of pain.
 	 	 	I can hear you breathing. That means you and I haven't met. 	Threatening, darkly amused.
 	 	 	The Family thought they could set up this string bean to take the fall in my audit. It's far from a fair fight. 	Threatening, scary, intimidating.
 	 	 	I'd like to pick on someone more my size, like you. Tell you what, if you can beat me, I'll leave. 	Threatening but respectful.
 	 	 	Unlike these suit-wearing numbskulls, I ain't a thug. You have my word. 	Honorable yet terrifying.
 	 	 	Well, look who the Family got tangled in their mess this time. Didn't think we'd be seeing each other again like this. 	Tough and intimidating, but amused.
 	 	 	Tell you what, peanut. I've got ol' Billy here by the neck. If you can take me down, I let him go free. 	Intimidating but fair.
 	 	 	The odds aren't in your favor. 	Taunting, tough.
 	 	 	You again? You here because you like gambling, or getting your ass kicked? 	A bit surprised to hear from the player. Still tough and intimidating.
 	 	 	Doesn't matter. Deal's the same as last time. Better hurry. 	Tough and intimidating. Taunting on the last line.
 	 	 	Billy isn't getting any younger. And soon, he won't be getting any older, either. 	Tough and intimidating. Making a dark joke as to how when he kills Billy, he won't be getting any older.
 	 	 	Hey, you! Yeah, you. Who else would I be talking to, the Overgrown?! 	Calling out to the player, frustrated.
 	 	 	Hey, knight in shining armor! I'm a damsel in distress over here! 	Calling out to the player sarcastically.
 	 	 	You look...like a nerd, I guess. Can you help me out with this damn thing?! 	Calling out to the player while trying to break into a terminal.
 	 	 	C'mon, Sal! You're so close. I can almost smell the caps! 	Trying to hype himself up.
 	 	 	Come back again when you've, uh...taken care of our "business." 	Sly salesman tone.
 	 	 	Looks like this partnership between us ended up being more lucrative than I thought! I've made quite a pretty penny today, thanks to you! 	Very impressed with the player and happy he made cash.
 	 	 	I'm going to head out to Quentino's. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Billy's a damsel in distress right now. 	Darkly amused.
 	 	 	Now that's a show I don't want to miss! 	Really amused by this and doesn't understand why it's wrong.
 	 	 	Ah, not just my blood money. OUR blood money. Thanks, kid! It's not like that gambler'll be needing it anymore. 	Blissfully unaware of how corrupt this is.
 	 	 	And you're still in one piece! Look at that! You're a natural at this whole business thing kid! 	Impressed by the player, but mostly just happy he made money.
 	 	 	Now, I'll just...relieve you of those caps. I've buttered Billy up into sending you your share when it's time for you to leave. 	Pleased with himself.
 	 	 	Supposed to be? No, probably not. But the real question is, SHOULD I be? And I would say the answer to that question sir, is yes. 	Speaking charismatically, like a salesman.
 	 	 	The name's Sal. Short for Salvatore. I work...adjacent, to the Family. I'm known around here as a cap-making machine! 	Completely false and misplaced bravado.
 	 	 	I'll be "good" once I have those caps in my pockets. 	Making a joke out of the player's goodbye.
 	 	 	Oh for the love of -- my goldfish has got a better memory! 	Annoyed that the player forgot so quickly.
 	 	 	It's very simple. Hack into the anti-cheat mainframe and power it on. Then go nab the stolen winnings from whatever sucker gets caught. 	Explaining it like the player is a 5 year old.
 	 	 	You've also got to loot the caps from all of the "improved" slot machines around the casino floor and bring 'em back to me. 	Explaining this very simply.
 	 	 	Does any of that ring a bell? 	Sarcastic.
 	 	 	Yeah, love that enthusiasm! 	Getting hyped.
 	 	 	If all goes well, I'll see ya again soon! 	Excited.
 	 	 	Fine, go. It's not the first time someone didn't believe in me. Like all of those "investors." 	Bitter. Mocking the "investors".
 	 	 	Now that's the entrepreneurial spirit I like to see! All right, clean out your ear wax and listen to my dulcet tones. Here's what I need you to do. 	Excited, still making quips. His voice is NOT dulcet.
 	 	 	You see this terminal here? It controls the anti-cheat system here in the casino. If it detects anyone trying to swindle the Family, it uh... 	Excited about this. Gets a bit lost for words on that last line.
 	 	 	It takes out the trash, so to speak. But if you and I can power it back on, we can pocket whatever the cheater stole before they got caught! 	Thinks this is a brilliant idea.
 	 	 	Other thing is, I've maybe tampered with some of the slot machines in here myself while the system was down. 	Proud of this.
 	 	 	I IMPROVED them. Now, they just take your caps without even running. I streamlined the whole process! I need you to go get the caps I farmed from 'em.	Emphasis on improved.
 	 	 	Is it this button...? Wait, no, that's the intercom. 	Confused, trying to figure something out. Realizes he messed up and is accidentally broadcasting to the entire casino.
 	 	 	Uh, if anyone heard this, this was just a figment of your imagination, and I'm definitely not in the basement right now. 	Trying to deflect because he doesn't want to get caught.
 	 	 	C'mon, I'm falling asleep here! 	Taunting the enemy.
 	 	 	Don't worry! I'll be collecting the estate tax from your will! 	Taunting the enemy.
 	 	 	Don't mess with the IRS! 	Taunting the enemy.
 	 	 	Are you ready to be blown away?! 	Making a sarcastic joke. He’s throwing a grenade.
 	 	 	Rest in pieces! 	Making a sarcastic joke. He’s throwing a grenade.
 	 	 	I'd run if I were you! But I don't run. 	Making a sarcastic joke. He’s throwing a grenade.
 	 	 	Hope you like the taste of lead! 	Threatening the enemy with gunfire.
 	 	 	You didn't think you were going to walk away from me, did you?! 	Threatening the enemy with gunfire.
 	 	 	Dodge this, string bean! 	Threatening the enemy with gunfire.
 	 	 	Get behind cover! 	Yelling at his allies to take cover.
 	 	 	Fight or hide, it's your choice! 	Yelling at his allies to take cover.
 	 	 	Save yourself, I'll handle this alone! 	Yelling at his allies to take cover.
 	 	 	Don't let them get away! 	Yelling at his allies to attack.
 	 	 	What, you scared? Go get 'em! 	Yelling at his allies to attack.
 	 	 	Nail 'em from the side! 	Ordering his allies to flank the enemy.
 	 	 	Go around and catch 'em unaware! 	Ordering his allies to flank the enemy.
 	 	 	Flank them! Make them regret ever being born! 	Ordering his allies to flank the enemy.
 	 	 	Agh...finally... was just starting to get bored! 	Weirdly enjoys the challenge even though he just got shot.
 	 	 	Try and get another hit in, I DARE YOU! 	Bloodthirsty.
 	 	 	GAH! 	Cries out in pain.
 	 	 	Agh! So this is what it feels like to be on the receiving end! 	In pain. He is usually the one crippling others, not being crippled himself.
 	 	 	It's...nothing! Don't think you've won yet! 	In pain, playing off how much it hurts.
 	 	 	You're...tough, kid! But not tough enough! 	In pain, almost admires his enemy’s strength.
 	 	 	Aagh! 	Cries out in pain.
 	 	 	Take them down! I'm going in! 	Asking his allies to cover for him.
 	 	 	Cover me, I'm going to wreck 'em! 	Asking his allies to cover for him.
 	 	 	They won't know what hit 'em! 	Going in for the kill.
 	 	 	Get out of the way! 	Warning his allies that danger is ahead, forcefully.
 	 	 	I fought tougher whelps than you in kindergarten! 	Insulting his enemy after they attempt to throw a grenade at him.
 	 	 	Back up! Getting a shot in isn't worth your life! 	Advising his allies to fall back.
 	 	 	Looks like your number's up, punk! 	Bloodthirsty, threatening.
 	 	 	I hope you bleed! 	Angry, threatening.
 	 	 	HRAGH! 	Yells as he presumably hits his target.
 	 	 	Too many good men and women have died today! 	Angry, gruff.
 	 	 	You fought well. Now die well. 	Angry, bloodthirsty.
 	 	 	You got me good, toothpick. *coughs* 	In pain, but still trying to act tough.
 	 	 	A deal's a deal. The kid's free to go. But I have a feeling this won't be the last time we face off. 	In pain, still trying to act tough.
 	 	 	I-well...it was worth a shot. 	Awkward. Caught in a lie.
 	 	 	I've seen your dossier, Billy. You don't have any children. 	Annoyed. Matter-of-fact.
 	 	 	Please, what about my children?! 	Frantic, terrified. Begging for his life.
 	 	 	I'm afraid not. Not until you cough up the caps you owe Mother and the rest of us. Or...you'll be coughing up blood instead. 	Dramatic and threatening.
 	 	 	Look, can't we just let bygones be bygones? This wasn't what I signed up for! 	Indignant, worried. Afraid for his life.
 	 	 	You're not the brightest star in the sky, are you? Or...the sharpest tool in the shed, as some say. 	Annoyed and judgmental.
 	 	 	You got me good, toothpick. *coughs* 	In pain, still trying to act tough.
 	 	 	A deal's a deal. The kid's free to go. But I have a feeling this won't be the last time we face off. 	In pain, still trying to act tough.
 	 	 	I don't see a belt securing your mouth. There is nothing preventing you from talking. So, speak. 	Annoyed. Frustrated.
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