Mort/Dialogue

==W05 DialogueTheWayward Interior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hey stranger. You should, uh, check in with Duchess. Think she's got something to say to you. 	A little somber. This person led to the death of your friend.
 	 	 	Hope this deal of yours doesn't come back to bite us. Now, what'd you need? 	Impressed by the new guy who took down an entire gang.
 	 	 	Hey there. Something you need? 	
 	 	 	Hello. This is Headmaster Mort... any better? I think I'm getting there. Thanks again for listening to those tapes. 	The first line should be much smoother, less gravely, then back to gravely.
 	 	 	Now, what'd ya want? 	
 	 	 	Hey there. Looking forward to hearing what you thought of those tapes. Now, what'd you want to discuss? 	
 	 	 	Look who it is. Question I can answer for you? 	
 	 	 	Yah? Something you need? 	
 	 	 	Poor Crane. Hazard of the job, I suppose. 	An acquaintance was mercy-killed because they had a disease.
 	 	 	Man. Polly's lucky to be functioning at all, state she was in. Hope you two had fun on your way back. But was there something you needed? 	
 	 	 	Maybe it'd be better for you to come back later, okay? 	Hurting after Sol's death, but trying to be gentle with the person you're speaking to.
 	 	 	You should hit the road for a little while, all right? Come back in a day or so. She'll have cooled off by then. 	Hurting after Sol's death, but trying to be gentle with the person you're speaking to.
 	 	 	Poor kid. 	Hurting after Sol's death, but trying to be gentle with the person you're speaking to.
 	 	 	Heard the commotion upstairs. My two cents: taking care of Crane was the right call. But that's not why you're here. What's up? 	
 	 	 	Nice having Polly and Sol back. Really fills out the room. Something I can do? 	A couple of your drinking buddies have been rescued. You're glad to have 'em back.
 	 	 	Glad to hear Vault-Tec actually took care of some of their people. 	Being sympathetic towards this person who just came out of the vault.
 	 	 	Drink a whole lot easier knowing those clods aren't going to be bothering us anymore. Now, what'd you need? 	Impressed by the new guy who took down an entire gang.
 	 	 	Come for the view? What's up? 	
 	 	 	Talk to me. 	
 	 	 	The people near the lumber mill seemed on the up and up, but I'd still be on my guard. Being too friendly is how you end up dead. Now, what'd you need? 	A word of caution.
 	 	 	Just so you know, I was only hiding back there to, uh, get the drop on him. But I'm glad to hear Vault-Tec at least looked after some of their people. 	Covering your own ass, but then being sympathetic towards this person who just came out of the vault.
 	 	 	Just so you know, I was only hiding back there to, uh, get the drop on the guy. But did I hear you right? That's just... crazy. 	Covering your own ass, but then being sympathetic towards this person who just came out of the vault.
 	 	 	Oh. You found Polly. Gotta say, I like the look, lady. Now, I presume you're not here to wag my friend's severed head in my face. 	
 	 	 	They hand you Vault kiddies all this fancy equipment and then just throw you to the wolves. 	Sympathetic.
 	 	 	You hear these rumors about 'em just throwing folks to the wolves. Here's some rations and a fancy suit! Good luck! 	Sympathetic.
 	 	 	Allergies. Learned the hard way I can't stand within 10 feet of a strawberry. 	Joking.
 	 	 	Heh, come on man, that's a joke. Truth is, I was outside on doomsday. 	Friendly, but the person you're talking to just asked a pretty dumb question.
 	 	 	Now you see, I drove security and I was coming back from a pick-up in the truck, when I feel this rumble, quiet... then a whole lot less quiet. The truck is hit with this wind. 	Telling a story.
 	 	 	And there was like someone dropped a hurricane on it. I can hear it, battering the truck. Bang! Bang! Bang! Like it's got a grudge against it. And then I unlock the door into the back and then...	Telling a story.
 	 	 	Bang, I wake up, man, and it's crazy. Somehow in the back of the truck. Alive and kicking. 	The big conclusion to your story.
 	 	 	All it cost me was my skin and any opportunity for someone liking me for anything other than my lovely personality. 	
 	 	 	That was the day I became, well, they call us Ghouls. Not the most flattering name but still, beats being vaporized. 	
 	 	 	Listen, friend, you happen to be talking to the exact right person to fix your predicament. But if I'm going to help you, I want something in return. 	
 	 	 	I did. And your eyes still work, in case that's the reason you're bringing up the obvious. Look, the world's hard now. 	
 	 	 	Better you learn that lesson real fast. 	
 	 	 	Don't have one. I'm an independent operator. When these folks need a hand or got an errand that involves running into radiation, they come to me. 	
 	 	 	Rads... they don't bother me anymore. 	
 	 	 	In exchange, Duchess lets me drink, doesn't bother me too much about my tab. 	
 	 	 	Really about the best sort of set up a guy in my situation could ever ask for. 	
 	 	 	Course, sitting around looking like hamburger ain't all I do. Plan's work out, I'll have all the drinking money I could ever need. 	
 	 	 	But that ain't what you came here to talk about. Was there something else? 	
 	 	 	Don't have one. I'm an independent operator. When these folks need a hand or got an errand that involves running into radiation, they come to me. 	
 	 	 	Rads... they don't bother me anymore. 	
 	 	 	In exchange, Duchess lets me drink, doesn't bother me too much about my tab. 	
 	 	 	Really about the best sort of set up a guy in my situation could ever ask for. 	
 	 	 	Least until the tapes take off. 	
 	 	 	Now, what can I do for ya? 	
 	 	 	I got this plan. 	
 	 	 	Woah, woah. Not even remotely what I meant. Nah... 	Surprised. This person just offered sexual favors to you in exchange for your help.
 	 	 	Suit yourself. Now was there something else you wanted? 	
 	 	 	You're going to help me get rich. 	
 	 	 	See, the folks who made it big off the gold rush, they weren't the prospectors. They were the folks that sold them their shovels. 	
 	 	 	Now, I don't do shovels. What I collect is knowledge. I can go all sorts of places you folks with your rad-sucking skin can't. 	
 	 	 	So, I'm selling what I've got between my ear holes. And you're going to test it for me. 	
 	 	 	I've made these holotapes. Now this set's all the info I dug up about that C.A.M.P. doohickey you vaulters got. 	
 	 	 	All I'm asking is you give them a listen, and let me know what you think. 	
 	 	 	You will? Oh thank y-- 	RERECORD. Please cut yourself off. A little giddy. You've been trying to get someone to listen to these things for a while.
 	 	 	I mean, uh, thanks. Just come back once you've taken them out for a test drive. 	RERECORD. Play up catching yourself about getting too excited. Now back to playing it cool.
 	 	 	Only voice I got, so yeah, that's what you're going to hear. Now, you want 'em or not? 	RERECORD. Too harsh a performance. We only want Mort a little insulted. Avoid profanity, please.
 	 	 	Hmm. Whatever floats your boat. Look, if you change your mind, you're welcome to 'em. 	
 	 	 	Now, there something else you wanted? 	
 	 	 	Oh, and if you're looking for a living example of a C.A.M.P., someone left one set up right across the street. 	
 	 	 	Left a bunch of materials too. Should give it a once over before you start. 	
 	 	 	Now, there anything else you wanted to chat about? 	
 	 	 	You ready to give them a go and do this? You got my word, I'm not going to charge you for them. 	
 	 	 	Did you now? What'd you think? 	A little excited to hear this person's feedback.
 	 	 	Ha. If I needed smoke blown up my ass, I'd sit on a campfire. Seriously. What'd you think? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, that's what I thought too. I figure I do a couple more batches, I'll have this thing down. 	
 	 	 	Headmaster Mort'll be a household name before ya know it. Thanks for being honest. 	Genuine. You're proud that your work's improving.
 	 	 	Damn. Really? Well, you were at least nicer than Duchess about it. Said she'd rather have had sandpaper dragged through her... ears. 	A little disappointed. Someone said your tapes sucked. Long pause before "ears". She didn't say "ears."
 	 	 	Well, thanks for suffering through them. Hope they at least answered some questions for you. 	
 	 	 	That bad, huh? Hmm. Well, thanks for listening to them, I suppose. Hopefully you got something out of them. 	A little sheepish. This person disliked your tapes.
 	 	 	Now was there something else I could do for ya? 	
 	 	 	Some other time, then. 	
 	 	 	Here. I just wrapped one last tape on a topic near and dear to my heart, but, don't feel like you have to listen to it. Up to you. 	
 	 	 	Consider it taken care of. 	
 	 	 	Just a suggestion, maybe don't piss them off any more? 	
 	 	 	Or, you know what - go for it. More caps for me down the line. 	
 	 	 	My favorite customer. Here you go. 	
 	 	 	Ain't got all day. 	Yelling at someone in the heat of battle.
 	 	 	And here I thought we were going to be pals. 	Sarcastic. Taunting someone in the heat of battle.
 	 	 	Got a nice spot under the floorboards with your name on it. 	Taunting someone in the heat of battle.
 	 	 	Ah ah! 	You were just hit in battle.
 	 	 	Son of a ... you are done. 	Angry. You were just hit in battle.
 	 	 	Holy hell! 	Angry. You were just hit in battle.
 	 	 	Wanna see how tough you are? 	Entering combat.
 	 	 	Suppose I could use some target practice. 	Entering combat.
 	 	 	Got a fistful of lead with your name on it. 	Entering combat.
 	 	 	Well, don't you worry that smooth little face of yours. You're in good company now. Cause around here, we look after one another. 	
 	 	 	I mean, it's got it's advantages. 	
 	 	 	Main one is that radiation rolls off me like water off a duck's ass. Can stride through a blast zone like it's a spring breeze. 	
 	 	 	Also means I can survive in situations that'd turn a normal person into a TV dinner. 	
 	 	 	The major downside... well, shit, you're looking at it, right? Head-to-toe disfiguration. 	
 	 	 	There's also... well, you've might've seen them. Not all Ghouls are... sane. Not sure how it happens -- why some Ghouls lose their minds and others don't. 	
 	 	 	But ever since I turned, there's always this nagging feeling, just at the back of my mind... 	Trying to build suspense.
 	 	 	...that I have to feast on humans! 	The punchline of the joke. Go big.
 	 	 	... seriously? Nothing? 	Disappointed your joke didn't land.
 	 	 	Shit. I thought it was funny. 	Laughingly shrugging off your bad joke.
 	 	 	Overall, though, being a Ghoul, mixed bag. Can't say I'd recommend it as a lifestyle choice. 	
==W05_MQ_001P_Wayward==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Course, Duchess. 	As in "of course." Non-chalant. You just killed someone. It doesn't phase you.
 	 	 	Called me a monster... what? He was going to kill us. 	Rather non-chalantly.
 	 	 	Oh... safer this way, anyway. 	Realizing you messed up, then covering your ass.
 	 	 	Back off. Now ain't the time. 	Someone's trying to talk to you in the middle of a fire fight.
 	 	 	Don't look at me like that. You would've hid, too. 	
 	 	 	Check in with Duchess first. Then we can chat. 	
 	 	 	I would've got him... thanks though. 	Reluctantly grateful for this person intervening.
 	 	 	Lugnut needs to check the room before he pulls a gun. Guess he'll never learn now. 	You just killed someone and are disappointed in how dumb they were.
 	 	 	You lost? Talk to Duchess. 	
 	 	 	Yeah. Yeah, sure. We're at the West Virginia Lumber Company. Password to get in is "Blue Danube." 	Nervous. You're being bilked for information at gun point.
 	 	 	Yeah, Duchess? 	
 	 	 	Duchess. Plan's fine. I can walk them through how to build it. 	"Duchess" is said in a "please chill out" tone.
 	 	 	Hey, I'm not bragging or anything, but I've got some tapes that cover that very subject. 	Projecting a little bit into a conversation you're not a part of.
 	 	 	Hey, if you need a refresher, good ol' Morty-Mort can help you out. 	Projecting a little bit into a conversation you're not a part of.
 	 	 	Do you have a better option? 	A little insulted. This person suggested your plan isn't a good one.
 	 	 	I was hunkering down for quite some time, waiting for this headless monster thing to clear off on my last ammo hunt. 	
 	 	 	Ended up reading some old training materials to pass the time, and guess what? I made some tapes on it. 	
 	 	 	Primarily because your security other than me right now are one former contractor and a robot that has no guns and thinks it's a cow.	Cracking a joke. Billboard "primarily." You're cutting someone else off who just said that word.
==W05_MQ_002P_Radical==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Anything else you wanted to know about this family and this scrapper? 	
 	 	 	If you haven't already explored up that way, fastest route back would be via Vault 76 and trekking north from there. 	Get a little sentimental to ham up the end for the joke.
 	 	 	And take care of yourself, all right? You're doing us a big one here. 	
 	 	 	No skin off my cheeks. You change you're mind, I'll be here. 	
 	 	 	Found him living in the stalls at Tyler County Fairground. 	
 	 	 	Guy kept claiming he knew the best way to run the Mutants out of the mill. 	
 	 	 	But, listen, I couldn't get him to spill how. 	
 	 	 	Probably have a better chance he'll share what he learned with someone who still has an entire face. 	
 	 	 	Found him living in the stalls at Tyler County Fairground of all places. 	
 	 	 	Guy kept claiming he could wipe out everything at the mill by himself. I said no way. 	
 	 	 	But I couldn't get him to spill how. 	
 	 	 	Probably a better chance he'll share what he learned with someone who still has an entire face. 	
 	 	 	You'll find them at Anchor Farm... if these thugs haven't already run them off. 	
 	 	 	But if they are still there... well, they've probably managed to work something out with 'em. Hey, it couldn't hurt to find out what it was. 	Emphasis on "are"
 	 	 	Well, that's a good thing, cause that's all I've got. 	
 	 	 	Wouldn't be a bad idea to check-in with either of them. 	
 	 	 	There was also this, let's say, uh, special scrapper, who was making some pretty bold claims about his knowledge of the mill. 	
 	 	 	... but there was this family I ran into up that way that I'm sure has had to deal with 'em already. 	
 	 	 	Well I wouldn't go in guns blazing... unless you've got some big guns. 	
 	 	 	Could try and luck your way inside, maybe see if they want to talk to you... 	
 	 	 	Hmm. You got any recommendations on how you'd proceed? 	
 	 	 	You've seen those frankensteins. If this gang was able to clean those things out of the mill... Duchess, these guys might be tougher than advertised.	You're genuinely concerned here - Super Mutants are no joke.
 	 	 	Was wandering up that way not too far back. The lumber company, that place was overrun with a bunch of those big green bastards. Mutants. 	You're genuinely concerned here - Super Mutants are no joke.
 	 	 	And that's of concern... why exactly? 	
 	 	 	W-w-wait, West Virginia Lumber? That is not right. You misheard them, for sure. 	You're a bit nervous and a bit adamant.
==W05_MQ_003P_Muscle==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Ha! I don't work for you, Duchess. You can't tell me what to do. Besides, I think Polly's perfect just the way she is.	You're cracking a joke. Someone's asking for money and you'd blowing them off.
 	 	 	Watch it, Duchess. You wouldn't want me telling everyone your real age is-- 	Someone just hurled an insult at you. You're threatening in return.
==W05_MQ_004P_Crane==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Poor kid. 	You were just involved in a robbery and one of your friend was killed.
 	 	 	Sol. 	You were just involved in a robbery and one of your friend was killed.
 	 	 	Not the first time I had a gun to my gourd. Sure as hell won't be the last. 	You were just involved in a robbery. You're cracking a joke, but you're not in a great mood about it.
 	 	 	I've had lousier nights. Not a lot, though. 	You were just involved in a robbery. You're cracking a joke, but you're not in a great mood about it.
 	 	 	Anyone you walk away from, I guess. 	You were just involved in a robbery. You're cracking a joke, but you're not in a great mood about it.
 	 	 	Duchess, I know this hurts, but you're taking this out on the wrong person. He's not the one who killed Sol. 	Trying to convince a friend who is furious with another friends' actions that they're off base. Stern, but delicate.
 	 	 	Duchess, I know this hurts, but you're taking this out on the wrong person. She's not the one who killed Sol.	Trying to convince a friend who is furious with another friends' actions that they're off base. Stern, but delicate.
 	 	 	Regardless of some obviously piss-poor decision making, he's not the villain. That's Roper and his goons. 	Trying to convince a friend who is furious with another friends' actions that they're off base. Stern, but delicate.
 	 	 	Regardless of some obviously piss-poor decision making, she's not the villain. That's Roper and his goons. 	Trying to convince a friend who is furious with another friends' actions that they're off base. Stern, but delicate.
 	 	 	Without our friend here, we'd all be on the ground right now next to Sol. 	Trying to convince a friend who is furious with another friends' actions that they're off base. Stern, but delicate.
 	 	 	So, you flush with caps now? I'm sure Duchess'll be happy to take them off your hands. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC DuchessMort MortsClues==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Gilman Lumber up near the vault's a good place to start. Was full of hubcap-sized ticks last time I went, but nothing they shouldn't be able to handle.	
 	 	 	There's Mama Dolce's up in Morgantown, but it's not easy to do without attracting attention. 	
 	 	 	Probably have better luck sending Sol over to Sunshine Meadows, get the processor over there online. 	
 	 	 	You need doo-dads, best place this side of the mountains is Charleston Landfill. You search long enough, you'll come up with something. 	
 	 	 	I mean, if someone's pissed you off, you could send them up to the munitions plant up north. 	
 	 	 	But that's a risky trip, Duchess. 	
 	 	 	Saw it from a distance a ways back. There was steam coming out the top, so someone's manning it. Can't guarantee they're friendly, though. 	
 	 	 	Probably not worth flaying a relative over. 	
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC MortSol CircuitBoard==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Okay. I'll keep an eye out. 	Matter of fact.
 	 	 	Seems to be what he was getting at. 	
 	 	 	All right. So let me get this straight - find this circuit board or release a walking tank into the center of my favorite drinking establishment?	Matter of fact.
 	 	 	The hell's Jide need with a military circuit board? 	"Jee-day."
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC MortSol NurseDuchess==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	For real, Duchess? A nurse? Like little white hat and candy stripes?	A bit of a smirk. You're cracking a joke at a friends expense.
 	 	 	No shit. 	
 	 	 	Duchess? Our Duchess? 	
 	 	 	How's the leg, Sol? 	
==W05_DialogueWaywardRC MortPolly NewBody==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Any time. 	Trying to console a co-worker going through a rough time.
 	 	 	That's a good take. From experience - you can get used to anything.	Trying to console a co-worker going through a rough time.
 	 	 	Huh. Doesn't sound so bad. 	
 	 	 	Okay. Sorry I asked. 	A co-worker just snapped at you for asking a question. It's a sore subject.
 	 	 	How's the new body? 	
 	 	 	So, Polly... 	
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC MortPolly Battlecry==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Message seems clear to me. 	Some serious smirk to this line. You're entertained to learn your co-worker is afraid of opossums and hiding it.
 	 	 	Never heard you do a battle cry before. 	Approaching your co-worker, who you thought you heard shouting. You're growing amused as you find out they have an irrational fear.
 	 	 	You're afraid of opossums? 	Approaching your co-worker, who you thought you heard shouting. You're growing amused as you find out they have an irrational fear.
 	 	 	The one where you screamed like a nine-year-old that wandered into a morgue.	Approaching your co-worker, who you thought you heard shouting.
 	 	 	What was that ruckus earlier? 	Approaching your co-worker, who you thought you heard shouting.
 	 	 	Hey... 	Approaching your co-worker, who you thought you heard shouting.
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC MortPolly Wrinkles==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Polly, I swear to god. Just stop. 	A co-worker pranked you. You're not thrilled.
 	 	 	If I find one more can of wrinkle cream in my chair, I'm deactivating you permanently.	A co-worker pranked you. You're not thrilled.
 	 	 	You're a robot. You don't even know what funny is. 	A co-worker pranked you. You're not thrilled.
 	 	 	These pranks need to stop. They're not funny. 	A co-worker pranked you. You're not thrilled.
 	 	 	Hey, circuits for brains! 	A co-worker pranked you. You're not thrilled.
==W05 HolotapeQuest LVC==
(Mordecai McCoy#Related holotapes)
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Son of a-- what tiny-fisted rat built this... oh. It's on. He-hello. This is Mort McCoy. 	Grumbling angrily to yourself initially, then realizing you're being recorded.
 	 	 	And welcome to the first of Headmaster Mort's Edu-tapes! Today we're talking about your C.A.M.P. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Now, former vault resident or someone who killed a vault resident, let's start off with the basics - placing your C.A.M.P. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	When plunking down your C.A.M.P. for the first time, remember to... crap. Where'd that note... ah ha. Remember to take the lay-the lay of the land. 	At the first ellipsis, one of your notes has gone missing. Stutter, then recover after the "ha." Getting back in the groove after second "the lay".
 	 	 	Consider the grade of the terrain, general defensibility, and proximity to your surroundings. Could that cliff edge be used to protect your flank? 	Back in full presentation mode.
 	 	 	But don't worry. We'll cover construction in gory detail in the next of Headmaster Mort's Edu-tapes! So long... "Bet your chops." Come on, Mort. What was th-- 	In full presentation mode, then chastizing yourself before finally managing to turn it off (cut yourself off at that point).
 	 	 	Hello dedicated listener! 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Welcome to back to Headmaster Mort's Edu-tapes. Today, in this second tape, we're talking construction. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Now, the first step of construction is-- What? Is that soda? ...soda's red, right? Oh! Electing! First electing what you're going to build. 	Having trouble reading your notes. They're stained. Figuring it out in the end.
 	 	 	Once you've made that election, it's just three easy questions to construction success: 	Back to full presentation mode.
 	 	 	One: is the location I've selected going to work for an object of the size and shape I'm building? Two: have I read the schematic thoroughly? 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Short on materials? Loot the local junkyards, mills, and warehouses for parts. 	Getting back into your sway. In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	And on that note, this has been Headmaster Mort's Edu-Tapes. See you again soon... Solomon, so help me, this better be jam... 	In full presentation mode, before giving a good pause and then, walking away from the mic, yelling at your friend.
 	 	 	Welcome back lovely listeners to Headmaster Mort's final tape in the C.A.M.P. series - powering your C.A.M.P. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	After listening to the second tape, you should already be well-trained enough to build a generator. If you haven't yet done so, I'll wait ... 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	... ha doot doot doot doot doo, da doot doot doo .... 	Humming to yourself.
 	 	 	Good. I'll assume you nailed it. Now, generators are the heart of your C.A.M.P. power system. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Once your generator is built, all you need to do is connect it to the object that needs power with a wire. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Though be aware your wire will need a clear, unobstructed path to establish and maintain a direct connection. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Some objects, however, like simple light bulbs, don't require a direct connection. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	All you need to do is run a wire from your generator to a power pylon, place the power pylon near your lights. Then, voila! Let there be light. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Well, this has been Headmaster Mort's C.A.M.P. construction holotapes. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Please check back with Headmaster Mort himself at The Wayward to learn more about his other exciting courses including ... 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	... "Mort, Can I Still Eat This?" and "Mutations: Am I a Monster Now?" 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	And thanks again for listening... heh. Nailed it. 	In full presentation mode... until after a long pause, you congratulate yourself on a job well done.
 	 	 	You bet your chops it could! Once you've found the perfect spot, it's time to move on to the best part of working with your C.A.M.P. - construction! 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Missing a critical schematic? Your local vendors might have just what you're looking for! 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	And three: do I have all the required materials-- who the hell bled on my notes! Sol? I find out this was you, you're going to bleed on... whatever. Just finish, Mort.	In full presentation mode. At the end, you're having trouble reading your own writing again. You go to say "castrate" and then stop and correct.
 	 	 	Now, there's a question that may cross your mind once you've acquired a mutation: Mort, does this make me a monster? 	Getting real for a moment.
 	 	 	And let me be definitive here: no, you're not a monster because of your mutation. We're all so much more than what's inflicted on us, mutant or otherwise. 	Forcefully, but kind.
 	 	 	All of us have experienced loss, desperation, regret just to be alive today. Those things can change us as much as hugging an open reactor core can. 	Consoling. Very small smirk on the second line.
 	 	 	But what we do with those challenges, with the lives we've all had thrust upon us... that's where humanity lies. 	Forcefully, but kind.
 	 	 	You only become a monster if you let the world make you one... 	Forcefully, but kind.
 	 	 	Consuming a Rad-Away or two will usually clear up any mutation symptoms, allowing you to return to your previous, dull, unmutated self. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Well, luckily, there's a clear solution: good, old-fashioned Rad-Away. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Whatever. Now, I know what you're thinking. 	Getting back into full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Headmaster, having my own pair of razor sharp talons is great, but what if I just want to live like a normal human being again? 	In full presentation mode, but posing as a theoretical student.
 	 	 	We at the Mort Institute have also heard reports of increased mental cognition and empathy, heighted strength... 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	... and even the development of defensive electrical discharge? What? Seriously, Duchess? I think someone was pulling your leg. 	You're kind of shocked by this revelation. You speak off mic to Duchess nearby.
 	 	 	Your very own Headmaster Mort is now completely immune to further radiation exposure thanks to his mutation. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Occasionally, however, these mutations will also unlock previously unknown potential inside their recipients. 	Getting back into full presentation mode. Emphasis on "mutations".
 	 	 	Skeletal degeneration, growths where you didn't have growths before... 	In full presentation mode. Listing off items.
 	 	 	... your outer layer of skin leaving you like it's some kind of scumbag ex, Jessica. *clears throat* 	Start in presentation mode, but get more personal as you go. You lost your skin and Jessica was a nasty ex of your. You catch yourself at the end.
 	 	 	Sorry. 	Apologizing for going off the rails.
 	 	 	Prolonged or extreme exposure to radiation can affect the human body in a plethora of different ways: 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Welcome back, faithful students to the latest of Headmaster Mort's Edu-Tapes! In this segment, the item actively festering in so many of us: mutations. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Good. Password to get inside is Blue Danube. Pleasure doing business with you. 	You just watched someone get their throat slit in front of you. You're unphased by this and continue doing business.
 	 	 	You should take a moment to familiarize yourself with the C.A.M.P.'s patented intuitive construction interface. 	In full presentation mode.
 	 	 	Construction can be an intricate process, so a steady hand and an eye for detainment... details... Had to get that one wrong. An eye for details are a must! 	In full presentation mode.
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