Little Rob/Dialogue

==AC_SQ01_HellsEagles==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Good! I'm glad we speak the same language. 	
 	 	 	Take this holotape. It's the only lead I have. Some kind of coded message... Guy is always doing stuff like this. 	
 	 	 	Maybe you can figure out what he's talking about, use it to track him down. 	
 	 	 	Appreciate the help. 	
 	 	 	Nobody partied like that man. Never seen someone take so many chems and stay standing. 	
 	 	 	He came in here looking to talk to some Blood Eagles. Some of my friends knew where to find them... 	
 	 	 	They took him up to the Crosshair in the mountains. That's Little Rob's territory. Uh, or so I hear. Don't think they're coming back... 	
 	 	 	Say, do you party like your friend? I got some buffed out Buffout. You'll never know what hit you. Er, in a good way. 	Buffout is a drug similar to a steroid
 	 	 	Aw, c'mon! Your friend loved it! No harm in living a little! 	
 	 	 	Aw, c'mon! A guy could be dying out there! 	
 	 	 	Fine. Well if you change your mind, the offer stands. Where the hell did he go? 	
 	 	 	Yeahhh, that's what I like to hear! 	
 	 	 	Here, take that sucker and get as high as you like. 	
 	 	 	Listen, my name is Oscar Gonzalez. I'm in some hot water with... some people. But my friend, Jack Hunter, he's chasing some 'story' for his damn magazine. 	
 	 	 	Now I don't want to leave my friend alone out there in the wilderness, but I'm running out of time. We gotta split, you see? 	
 	 	 	So I've got a job for you, if you're up for it. You go find my friend. Make sure he's safe, and bring back any sign that he's alive. 	
 	 	 	Do that, and I've got caps with your name on them. What do you think? 	
 	 	 	Damn it all! What am I gonna do? 	
 	 	 	Oh, you're a friend of that guy? He was a riot! 	
 	 	 	Take it, damn you! I won't ask again! Gahh, forget it! I'll bring you to Little Rob by force! 	
 	 	 	He he, good. Good! It'll be great, you'll like it, I promise! 	
 	 	 	He he he... Nighty night! You'll pass out any... second... now... 	
 	 	 	Huh? That's not right... Was it a dud? 	
 	 	 	Oh well, Little Rob will get his tribute the hard way, then! 	
 	 	 	Hey... Hey you! You seen a guy... Kind of a squirrelly guy with big sunglasses running around? Balding, says he's a 'journalist?' 	
 	 	 	You're back! So you come to take me up on my offer now? A good haul for finding my buddy out there? 	
 	 	 	You lost? You don't look like any prospector I've ever seen. 	
 	 	 	What happened here!? What did you do!? 	
 	 	 	I can't wait much longer, friend. You ever find out what happened to Jack? 	
 	 	 	Sweet Sally! I like to shoot as much as the next guy, but did it have to end like this? 	
 	 	 	I wake up from my beauty sleep expecting a one-on-one interview and now I've got this sprung on me? 	
 	 	 	I don't like this, Jack. It seems suspicious. And you know how I get when I'm suspicious. 	
 	 	 	I'm not going home until I get that interview, and I'm not getting that interview done without you. 	
 	 	 	You ready to wrap this up, now? 	
 	 	 	Hey! That's mine! You weren't supposed to see that! 	
 	 	 	What are you, a philosopher? Might makes right. That's our 'guiding principle.' We don't need anything more than that to get our way. 	
 	 	 	And getting our way is all that's important to us. Some people out there will try to scam you into thinking we can go back to how we used to live, but we can't.	
 	 	 	The sooner we get used to that idea, the better off we'll all be. 	
 	 	 	Trying to get me to reveal some tender details, are you? 	
 	 	 	Alright, I'll bite. Sure, it gets lonely. Gotta watch your back all the time, can't trust nobody, not even your crew. 	
 	 	 	But that's life. Can't trust nobody in Appalachia anyway, right? And we'll always have chems to fill the void. 	
 	 	 	As you have no doubt noticed, we Blood Eagles are a fearsome lot. Some strong minded folks come right to us, but most need a little 'chemical courage.' 	
 	 	 	We ain't afraid to give it to 'em. We approach 'em -- all incognito-like -- and dose 'em with our special blend of Buffout. That's all it takes. 	
 	 	 	Feed someone some extra potent Buffout and surrounded 'em with a dozen Eagles and suddenly they're a lot more open to our way of thinking. 	
 	 	 	Just ask your buddy Jack over there. He knows what I mean. 	
 	 	 	Food for thought, yes... Jot that down, assistant. 	
 	 	 	Steady Rob. Steady! No need for suspicion, we're all friends here. 	
 	 	 	Remember the card games! Remember the chems! 	
 	 	 	Yes! Right. The brutal rise to power. Walk us through that. 	
 	 	 	Ah, a story for the ages. You see, it all began with Crazy Ivan, a shipment of Psycho, and a poker game... 	
 	 	 	Ivan was the last warlord of the Crosshair. I was a young pup with big ambitions. I didn't like the cuts of Psycho I was gettin' from Ivan. 	
 	 	 	I wagered my life for all the Psycho he had in a game of five card stud, best two out of three. 	
 	 	 	We each won a game, but I won the tiebreaker. Bastard thought he could bluff me, but I knew better. 	
 	 	 	After taking all his Psycho, I ran him off the mountain... Who knows where he ended up. 	
 	 	 	Doesn't matter to me. I'm the top dog now. Who cares about Crazy Ivan? 	
 	 	 	Ah... Yeah... Brutal psychopath, that's it... 	
 	 	 	Phew... You, uh, have me pegged there, Little Rob. 	
 	 	 	Little Rob always did have an unnaturally quick temper. I'm sure the Buffout didn't help. 	
 	 	 	I guess I shouldn't have expected more from a Blood Eagle, as much as I wanted to. 	
 	 	 	Well, it's done anyway. Time I get back on the road. 	
 	 	 	Stupid? Maybe so. Maybe trying to make a difference makes no difference at all in the long run. 	
 	 	 	Still, I can't help but try to delve into the psyche of the wasteland. It's in my blood as a journalist. 	
 	 	 	Excellent... Excellent, yes. Good material there. 	
 	 	 	Hah! That turned around real quick. Fine, I'm sick of talking anyway! 	
 	 	 	Oh... Oh, is that all? Hah! I really thought you'd come up with something fancier than that! 	
 	 	 	Well, I like my Brahmin steak medium rare, preferably cooked over an open garbage fire. 	
 	 	 	Toss on some radrat sauce and it really is delectable. 	
 	 	 	I'll say. You killed every one of my subjects, and I damn near went with them! 	
 	 	 	Ah, look... It is what it is. I'll make something out of what I've got. We still went farther than most. 	
 	 	 	Fine, fine... I jumped to conclusions. But you're not getting an answer from me on that one. 	
 	 	 	Well, that concludes our interview. I think I've got plenty of material to go on. 	
 	 	 	Rob, you've been a magnificent host. I don't know if we'll meet again, but if we do, save some of that Buffout for me. 	
 	 	 	Okay, you know what? I'm really through now! 	
 	 	 	I thought you were different, Jack. I thought we had an understanding, a mutual appreciation for my greatness. 	
 	 	 	I didn't sit through this spiel to be insulted, and I sure as hell won't stand for my good name being smeared in this 'article' of yours! 	
 	 	 	Is that what he was babbling about? That ain't a hard question. Surprised you even need to ask! 	
 	 	 	I want to be on top. Who wouldn't? We all scrape, steal, and kill our way to a better life nowadays. 	
 	 	 	And of all the Eagles in the Crosshair, I've got it best. Why? Because I took what I needed. Simple as that! 	
 	 	 	Close call, but we're still alive, for now. 	
 	 	 	You can head back to Oscar. This note will prove I'm safe, but I'm getting out of here. 	
 	 	 	We're both going to want to lay low for a while, after what we've been through. 	
 	 	 	Don't worry. Once he gets word he'll know to head to our rendezvous spot. So rest assured, I'll meet up with him eventually. 	
 	 	 	Waahahaha! Alright, alright, that was good. Fine, I'll spare you. You deserve it. 	
 	 	 	That son of a... 'Rendezvous point?' The hell does that mean!? 	
 	 	 	Is he talking about... How am I supposed to get there!? 	
 	 	 	Oh, is that right? Well he had a funny way of showin' it... 	
 	 	 	Still, I guess that is how these journalist types go about their business. Always trying to get a rise and sell more copies. 	
 	 	 	I-It is? I see... Well, when you put it that way, I guess that makes more sense. 	
 	 	 	Hah! Alright, stupid, I'll let you off the hook. But you'd better not publish this! 	
 	 	 	Gah! I don't have time for these jokes. Lives are at stake, here! 	
 	 	 	So, you gonna ask me a question, or what? 	
 	 	 	A compliment? Bloodthirsty maybe, but a psycho? I may take Psycho, but I ain't one. 	
 	 	 	Fine... I'll give you another shot, seeing how I want to get the word out about my greatness. Next question! 	
 	 	 	Hey, I'm not through with you! You got somethin' to say about your last comment? 	
 	 	 	Too stupid for your own good! 	
 	 	 	You know what? I'm feeling generous. Let's see what you've got! 	
 	 	 	You'd like that, wouldn't you? Well too bad, because it won't! 	
 	 	 	Rrraaagh! 	
 	 	 	Well yeah, of course there is. We ain't all barbarians in the Eagles. I'm quite refined, you know? 	
 	 	 	Sure didn't sound like that, but... Yeah, life's tough. You gotta be tough to handle it. That's all part of bein' Little Rob, you know? 	
 	 	 	Well if it isn't our guest of honor... Was it you that woke me up with all that racket? 	
 	 	 	Hey, who the hell is this? 	
 	 	 	Alright... I understand now. But I can't leave without my story. I came here to interview Little Rob and that's what I intend to do. 	
 	 	 	Since you killed off half my article, I think it's only fair you come with me. 	
 	 	 	Besides, I'll need the help considering how many chems I just took in the latrine. 	
 	 	 	Do that, and I'll give you a note proving I'm alive and kicking. 	
 	 	 	Oscar? Of course... But I sent him my holotape! He should know better, but it figures. Probably whacked out on Psycho, that one. 	
 	 	 	You what!? 	
 	 	 	You psychopath! All my interviewees are dead! Now what am I gonna do... 	
 	 	 	Who put you up to this? Are you with the Family? I paid that debt... Is it Buttercup? He's out to ruin me, isn't he? 	
 	 	 	Rescue me? I didn't need rescuing! I had everything under control! 	
 	 	 	Alright, let's get back to our poker game. I've got a full house coming my way, I can feel it. 	
 	 	 	Uh... what the...? What in the Sam Hill is going on? 	
 	 	 	Ugh... Hey, look, this isn't your problem any more. If he's safe and he wants to meet... there, then that's all that matters. 	
 	 	 	Here's that reward we talked about. Now I've got to get myself out of hot water... Alone. That bastard... 	
 	 	 	Don't take too long, eh? 	
 	 	 	And you... You were as good an assistant as I could've hoped for. 	
 	 	 	Good work. I'm not above a little groveling if it will save my skin. 	
 	 	 	Not to worry... I'm sure my readers won't mind missing the answer to that one. 	
 	 	 	Don't try and wriggle your way out of this one! 	
 	 	 	Well, that isn't exactly what I was getting at... 	
 	 	 	That's how you wanna play it, is it!? 	
 	 	 	I'm not buyin' that for a second! 	
 	 	 	I'm not buying that, but seeing how I want to get my story out to the masses, I'll give you another chance. But pick your next question carefully. 	
 	 	 	Oh yeah? Sure sounds like you meant somethin' by it. 	
 	 	 	Whoa now! I didn't mean anything by that! 	
 	 	 	Hey, what'd you call me? I'll show you a psychopath! 	
 	 	 	Anybody? Just how many hungover, balding, chem addicted journalists do you know? 	
 	 	 	Yeah! Yeah! You seen him? 	
 	 	 	Oh, so you don't even want the caps then? Hah! Only joking. 	
 	 	 	Jack is a human hurricane. I've done my fair share of living, but Jack is somethin' else. 	
 	 	 	He'll take you right up to the edge, but you never know if he's gonna push you off or pull you back. 	
 	 	 	At first you might think he's a psychopath -- and there's some truth to that -- but underneath it all he has an insight into everything that no one else has. 	
 	 	 	He cuts through to the heart of things. Maybe that's what brings on the madness. He sees things for what they are. 	
 	 	 	He's one of a kind. Which is why I don't want him shivved to death in the mountains of Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	You really think I'm gonna trust you with that information? 	
 	 	 	Let's just say I lost one too many games of poker. And took out one too many loans. And I may have called a raider or two a name that I shouldn't have. 	
 	 	 	In other words, nothing for you to worry about looking for Jack. 	
 	 	 	Then you're definitely not the type I wanna tell. 	
 	 	 	You're too curious for your own good. 	
 	 	 	Not that that's a problem! We like to take in strangers. They can be... fun. 	
 	 	 	Uh... Sure. Whatever you say. 	
 	 	 	For now. This is a bunkhouse for miners in the area. 	
 	 	 	My friends are... out at the moment. But they'll be back when they're done with their business. 	The 'business' is taking Jack Hunter to a raider warlord
 	 	 	They're very fun. You should stick around and meet them. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, modified to be a blast! Way better high than the normal stuff, and none of those nasty side effects! 	
 	 	 	If 'a mistake' is what you call wholesale slaughter, then I should damn well say you did! 	
 	 	 	Very funny, but you won't sneak that lie past me. I'm a master liar. But you... 	
 	 	 	So it isn't him, then? Phew! That's a relief. But who is it? 	
 	 	 	Believe me, you don't want to know. 	
 	 	 	Pulling my leg, eh? Think you're funny? Well let me tell you, it wouldn't be so funny if your life was on the line! 	
 	 	 	That's right. Glad you see it that way, too. 	
 	 	 	You have the right attitude for this job, you know that? 	
 	 	 	Give it time. 	
 	 	 	Wouldn't you want to be high out of your mind before confronting a megalomaniacal mass murdering cult leader? 	
 	 	 	No, of course not. You do that all the time, don't you? Well, for us regular folk we need a little chemical courage for such things. 	
 	 	 	That, and it gets me in the mindset. Rob and I will have a lot more common ground when we're both high as a kite on a windy day. 	
 	 	 	Aw, grow a little backbone. Is talking to a man that much harder than shooting him in the face? 	
 	 	 	Now these chems I took... They're pretty strong. I may need you to do some talking for me. In fact, I think you should expect to. 	
 	 	 	And Little Rob -- warmonger that he is -- has a hot temper. He's liable to fly off the handle at the slightest insult. 	
 	 	 	So be careful what you say, or you'll have to do to him what you did to his minions, here. And then I'll have no story. 	
 	 	 	But we'll cross that bridge if we come to it. It's time to get going. 	
 	 	 	No one to worry about, Rob, this is just my, uh... assistant. Late to the party as usual. 	
 	 	 	Friends... Right. Those chems were pretty good... 	
 	 	 	That's right. Friends. Now let's get through this interview before I'm halfway to the moon. 	
 	 	 	First question is... er, assistant, remind me what the first question was, again? 	Chems are setting in sooner than expected
 	 	 	That's it! I have always wondered what's so 'little' about Little Rob. 	
 	 	 	Don't judge me so harshly! It must be the alcohol mixing with the other compounds. I forgot to factor that in. 	
 	 	 	Possibly because it was already at work in my system. 	
 	 	 	I'm anything but little. That's the joke, you see. It's very subtle, so I can understand why you may not get it right away. 	
 	 	 	My pappy used to tell me stories about this Robin guy and his buddy John. They called John little even though he was big. 	
 	 	 	Since I'm big, too, it always stuck with me. 	
 	 	 	Good, good... Doing well... Next question! Er... what was that again, assistant? 	
 	 	 	Phew... Next question, right... Now what was that again, assistant? 	
 	 	 	Hey, I know what your game is. You're trying to make me look bad for the audience. You think I won't slaughter you like those 'innocents?' 	
 	 	 	It was like no Buffout I've ever taken, I'll give you that. 	
 	 	 	Uh, hey now, no slaughtering necessary! 	
 	 	 	Stay out of this, Jack. Let this assistant of yours answer for their insults! 	
 	 	 	Slaughter it is! 	
 	 	 	Finally someone says it! This interview was going nowhere, fast! 	
 	 	 	Now the final question... The big kahuna. 	
 	 	 	Assistant, no! This one I'll handle myself. I have to. The currents of fate have thrust it upon me and me alone, no matter my cognitive state. 	
 	 	 	Little Rob -- when you peer into the cosmic mirror and your soul stares back, blackened by the violence of its existence... 	
 	 	 	It asks, "What was the point of it all?" How do you respond? 	
 	 	 	...what? 	
 	 	 	Uh huh... Well... I guess... Pass on that one. 	
 	 	 	So the reaper's finally caught me...? 	
 	 	 	Another story down the drain... 	The death of Little Rob means no story for Jack
 	 	 	Damn you... 	
 	 	 	But I'm... the boss... 	
 	 	 	Agh! 	
 	 	 	Oof! 	
 	 	 	Gah! You'll pay for that! 	
 	 	 	Yeowch! 	
 	 	 	*hiss* That burns a lot worse than tequila! 	
 	 	 	Ach! 	
 	 	 	Woof! 	
 	 	 	Gah! 	
 	 	 	Grr! 	
 	 	 	Bah! 	
 	 	 	Rrrr... fuck you! 	
 	 	 	Play nice! 	
 	 	 	Stand still and let me kidnap you! 	
 	 	 	You're my ticket to more chem rations! 	
 	 	 	You're feisty! 	
 	 	 	Take that, you bastard! 	
 	 	 	You dirty animal! 	
 	 	 	I'm pretty sure I hit one of you... 	There's only one target, but he's seeing double due to chems and alcohol
 	 	 	There's a lot more where that came from! 	
 	 	 	I'll tear that tongue outta your throat! 	
 	 	 	Not talkin' now, are ya!? 	
 	 	 	Who's 'little' now!? 	
 	 	 	You're in my crosshair! 	A pun re: his hideout location, The Crosshair
 	 	 	Hard way it is, then! 	
 	 	 	Calm down, goddammit! 	Speaking specifically to Little Rob initiating combat
 	 	 	Enough with the damn talking! 	
 	 	 	Stupid man... always speaking in riddles... 	Speaking about his associate, Jack Hunter
 	 	 	What kind of trouble did he get into this time? 	Speaking about his associate, Jack Hunter
 	 	 	I got my own problems to worry about... 	
 	 	 	Is that...? Nah, couldn't be. 	Paranoid about being followed by the mob
 	 	 	Never should've thrown in with that guy in the first place... 	Speaking about his associate, Jack Hunter
 	 	 	Not many come wandering in here... 	
 	 	 	It's dangerous out there. 	
 	 	 	What a party that was... 	Got done with a rager earlier in the night
 	 	 	Wait! Is this a hallucination? 	
 	 	 	I've never been one to back down from a story, and I'm not starting today. 	
 	 	 	What in high heaven happened here!? 	The player has just killed his interview subjects (raiders)
 	 	 	I was winning that poker game, too... 	
 	 	 	Life is full of surprises. A room full of murdered raiders is just one of them. 	
 	 	 	Let's move it along now. 	
 	 	 	Hey! You gonna ask me a question or what? 	
 	 	 	I don't got all day! 	
 	 	 	You gonna hang around all day? 	
 	 	 	We're done here. Now get out, before I get angry. 	
 	 	 	Appalachia's a big place... Jack could be anywhere. 	
 	 	 	Any luck yet? 	
 	 	 	Where you think he ran off to? 	
 	 	 	Can I help you? 	
 	 	 	Is there... something you need? 	
 	 	 	Anything I can... do for you? 	
 	 	 	Not so close! I'm very particular about my personal space. 	
 	 	 	We've got a job to do. Or at least I do. You're helping. 	The "job" is interviewing Blood Eagle raiders
 	 	 	I'm not the one we're interviewing here! 	
 	 	 	We'll get through this... Once the chems wear off. 	
 	 	 	Let's try not to make him too angry. My health is already at risk. 	His health is already at risk because he's high on chems
 	 	 	You got somethin' to say to me? 	
 	 	 	Ain't so 'little' up close, am I? 	
 	 	 	Take a good look, it's the only chance you'll ever get! 	
 	 	 	The soft underbelly of Little Rob revealed! Yes, that's exactly what I was looking for. Good work. 	
 	 	 	It will? I mean yeah, I knew that. Psychos are pretty, er, fascinating, aren't they? I'm fascinating. 	
 	 	 	As long as you spin it that way, I guess it's okay. 	
 	 	 	Jack? Jack! Hey! Where the hell did he go? 	Calling for lost friend, bewildered
 	 	 	Copping out on the grand finale? Real celebrity move... 	
 	 	 	But in the interest of keeping my arms in their sockets, I'll allow it. Fine, then. 	
 	 	 	Well fine, but I'm not going back until I've got my interview. And that could be a while... The chems are taking hold. 	
 	 	 	Huh? Who're you? A new... friend? 	
 	 	 	Yes, yes, that's right. You can finally go back to your killing spree. All the talking over. 	
 	 	 	You know, despite everything, I have to admit that I won't forget our chance encounter today. 	
 	 	 	A journey into a den of darkness... a chance encounter with a murderous psychopath -- no, two! It'll make a hell of an article. 	
 	 	 	Keep an eye on the newsstands, and farewell. 	
 	 	 	Somewhere far away from here. And you'd damn well better believe I'm not going to tell you. Not after what you put me through. 	
 	 	 	Luck has never been too kind to me, but I'll take your well wishes just the same. 	
 	 	 	What? Oh, uh, don't worry about that. Stay vague and we'll all be cool... 	
 	 	 	I would... if you hadn't murdered all my interviewees. 	
 	 	 	Do this for me and you and Oscar can go home happy. 	
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