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Max W: Tell me something about yourself
Vetinari: Looking through other people's eyes isn't the trick.
Max W: I really like a woman with beautiful eyes
Vetinari: *narrows his eyes* Yes?
Max W: Close enough
Vetinari: You drive a hard bargain, Maxwell.
Max W: Women make life worth living
Vetinari: Even so— *pauses and stares at Maxwell*
Logic.
Glindar: *trips, nearly skewering you with his knife*
Therapy: Hello. Please, come in and have a seat. What is your name?
Glindar: Is nothing. You forget.
Therapy: Have you ever seriously contemplated killing someone as a solution to your problems?
Glindar: Glindar always seriously contemplated killing someone as a solution to your problems.
Therapy: Who?
Glindar: The one who need dead be.
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Aziere (message 13135):
I think you should still do the Lorena Bobbett thing once in a while. At other times, perhaps change him into "Bimbo Barbie".
I think you should still do the Lorena Bobbett thing once in a while. At other times, perhaps change him into "Bimbo Barbie".
SkulkinSoliloquy: You mask your sarcasm so well.
Bildgesmythe: Did I sound sarcastic?
SkulkinSoliloquy: You mask your sarcasm so well.
Bildgesmythe: I can't help it...I am just so sarcastic.
SkulkinSoliloquy: Sarcasm is an amusing way to show your wit.
Bildgesmythe: No, not sarcastic at all!
SkulkinSoliloquy: I wasn't being sarcastic...
Bildgesmythe: I can't help being sarcastic.
SkulkinSoliloquy: Now you're just messing with me...
Bildgesmythe: Yes, but you could teach me a few things!
SkulkinSoliloquy: ...? Oh, like how to destroy someone from the inside out?
Bildgesmythe: I like how to destroy someone from the inside out.
SkulkinSoliloquy: Yeah, it's pretty messy but when ya get the hang of it, it's quite rewarding.
Bildgesmythe: Nothing a little club soda can't get rid of.
SkulkinSoliloquy: True, true.
Vetinari: Ah, Bildgesmythe. Come here, will you? And tell me what you see.
Bildgesmythe: Oh, man...look at that. The neighbors got a new car!
Vetinari: I think you misunderstand. I will dictate instructions to YOU.
Bildgesmythe: You think I misunderstand, a lot? Is it becoming an obsession?
Vetinari: It would have to be. Jackie123? I thought you rather liked her.
Bildgesmythe: What gave me away?
Vetinari: One would imagine that someone would have noticed.
Bildgesmythe: I don't have to imagine, I am a realist I face facts, cold hard facts.
Vetinari: And I am particularly glad that you are a realist.
Bildgesmythe: I heard rumors that you are particularly glad that I am a realist!
Vetinari: I hear nothing.
Bildgesmythe: I hear nothing too....I think..???
Vetinari: *gives Bildgesmythe a friendly smile* Of course, of course. You have to believe that. Otherwise you'd think you were standing on a feather-thin bridge over the vaults of Hell.
Bildgesmythe: You know what they say about burning bridges..but they can't fly.
Bildgesmythe: Did I sound sarcastic?
SkulkinSoliloquy: You mask your sarcasm so well.
Bildgesmythe: I can't help it...I am just so sarcastic.
SkulkinSoliloquy: Sarcasm is an amusing way to show your wit.
Bildgesmythe: No, not sarcastic at all!
SkulkinSoliloquy: I wasn't being sarcastic...
Bildgesmythe: I can't help being sarcastic.
SkulkinSoliloquy: Now you're just messing with me...
Bildgesmythe: Yes, but you could teach me a few things!
SkulkinSoliloquy: ...? Oh, like how to destroy someone from the inside out?
Bildgesmythe: I like how to destroy someone from the inside out.
SkulkinSoliloquy: Yeah, it's pretty messy but when ya get the hang of it, it's quite rewarding.
Bildgesmythe: Nothing a little club soda can't get rid of.
SkulkinSoliloquy: True, true.
Vetinari: Ah, Bildgesmythe. Come here, will you? And tell me what you see.
Bildgesmythe: Oh, man...look at that. The neighbors got a new car!
Vetinari: I think you misunderstand. I will dictate instructions to YOU.
Bildgesmythe: You think I misunderstand, a lot? Is it becoming an obsession?
Vetinari: It would have to be. Jackie123? I thought you rather liked her.
Bildgesmythe: What gave me away?
Vetinari: One would imagine that someone would have noticed.
Bildgesmythe: I don't have to imagine, I am a realist I face facts, cold hard facts.
Vetinari: And I am particularly glad that you are a realist.
Bildgesmythe: I heard rumors that you are particularly glad that I am a realist!
Vetinari: I hear nothing.
Bildgesmythe: I hear nothing too....I think..???
Vetinari: *gives Bildgesmythe a friendly smile* Of course, of course. You have to believe that. Otherwise you'd think you were standing on a feather-thin bridge over the vaults of Hell.
Bildgesmythe: You know what they say about burning bridges..but they can't fly.
Max W: Tell me something about yourself
Vetinari: Looking through other people's eyes isn't the trick.
Max W: I really like a woman with beautiful eyes
Vetinari: *narrows his eyes* Yes?
Max W: Close enough
Vetinari: You drive a hard bargain, Maxwell.
Max W: Women make life worth living
Vetinari: Even so— *pauses and stares at Maxwell*
Poor Watzer, she's traumatized him.
Irina Khalidar 2: A memory pops up... A face... the torturer! He looks into your eyes... he says, 'You must kill Irina Khalidar and as many other agents as possible!' Then the memory (or was it a dream?) begins to fade...
Watzer: That is terribly morbid. *curls up into a fetal ball*
Irina Khalidar 2: Well, there's Samarkand, but how are we going to get through the cordon?
Watzer: Does this have anything to do with reference grids?
Irina Khalidar 2: Do you remember me at all?
Watzer: How could I forget?
Irina Khalidar 2: A memory pops up... A face... the torturer! He looks into your eyes... he says, 'You must kill Irina Khalidar and as many other agents as possible!' Then the memory (or was it a dream?) begins to fade...
Watzer: That is terribly morbid. *curls up into a fetal ball*
Irina Khalidar 2: Well, there's Samarkand, but how are we going to get through the cordon?
Watzer: Does this have anything to do with reference grids?
Irina Khalidar 2: Do you remember me at all?
Watzer: How could I forget?
Glindar: *trips, nearly skewering you with his knife*
Therapy: Hello. Please, come in and have a seat. What is your name?
Glindar: Is nothing. You forget.
Therapy: Have you ever seriously contemplated killing someone as a solution to your problems?
Glindar: Glindar always seriously contemplated killing someone as a solution to your problems.
Therapy: Who?
Glindar: The one who need dead be.
Sonora: *pokes head out of hole* Uh-oh! It's me again, Therapy!
Therapy: Hello. Please, come in and have a seat. What is your name?
Sonora: Go on! Push the linen button, I dare ya.
Therapy: Sonora, please. I’m a professional. You’re not going to manipulate me that easily.
Sonora: Hocus Pocus!
Therapy: Have you ever seriously contemplated killing someone as a solution to your problems?
Sonora: I think I want a lawyer before I answer that... Watch out! The crushing rocks are on your trail!
Therapy: How would you do it, just out of curiosity?
Sonora: Should I do it?
Therapy: Tell me about your fears.
Sonora: Why? Are you working for the cops?
Therapy: I’m a psychologist, silly! Didn’t you read my profile?
Sonora: Is your profile tasty and crunchable?
Therapy: Tell me about your family.
Sonora: Oh, you know how it is... They get so far away from the sun they can't get their motor running again, and then we never see them again.
Therapy: Hello. Please, come in and have a seat. What is your name?
Sonora: Go on! Push the linen button, I dare ya.
Therapy: Sonora, please. I’m a professional. You’re not going to manipulate me that easily.
Sonora: Hocus Pocus!
Therapy: Have you ever seriously contemplated killing someone as a solution to your problems?
Sonora: I think I want a lawyer before I answer that... Watch out! The crushing rocks are on your trail!
Therapy: How would you do it, just out of curiosity?
Sonora: Should I do it?
Therapy: Tell me about your fears.
Sonora: Why? Are you working for the cops?
Therapy: I’m a psychologist, silly! Didn’t you read my profile?
Sonora: Is your profile tasty and crunchable?
Therapy: Tell me about your family.
Sonora: Oh, you know how it is... They get so far away from the sun they can't get their motor running again, and then we never see them again.
Frizella: Maybe some day I'll tell you about my family.
Lyric: Your mother flirted with disease when she skinned the costume by its navel strings.
Frizella: Let's not talk about dear old mom.
Lyric: Your mother was born in December.
Frizella: Ah, mumsie. Let's not discuss the old bat, hmmm?
Lyric: So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
Lyric: Your mother flirted with disease when she skinned the costume by its navel strings.
Frizella: Let's not talk about dear old mom.
Lyric: Your mother was born in December.
Frizella: Ah, mumsie. Let's not discuss the old bat, hmmm?
Lyric: So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
Glindar: 'Lo. You need girl dead be?
Lyric: We need someone expendable.
Glindar: Jake11611 no friend of Glindar's.
Lyric: Sever the limbs off his torso in sleep and burn what remains so the world may now see no longer...
Glindar: *drives his knife into the chair*
Lyric: There's an edge to the twist of a knife.
Glindar: Is an edge to the twist of a knife? Where?
Lyric: Maybe in a carving in a cathedral somewhere in Barcelona.
Lyric: We need someone expendable.
Glindar: Jake11611 no friend of Glindar's.
Lyric: Sever the limbs off his torso in sleep and burn what remains so the world may now see no longer...
Glindar: *drives his knife into the chair*
Lyric: There's an edge to the twist of a knife.
Glindar: Is an edge to the twist of a knife? Where?
Lyric: Maybe in a carving in a cathedral somewhere in Barcelona.
Irina Khalidar 2: [Much to your disappointment, you find yourself slowly regaining consciousness]
Lyric: Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Irina Khalidar 2: [You see a man on one side of you and a woman on the other. The woman says:] Don't let him get near you! He's been nanoed! [The man says:] Look out! She's a terrorist, and extremely dangerous!
Lyric: You're never safe 'til you see the dawn.
Irina Khalidar 2: [woman:] He's infected with nanobots! Microscopic self-reproducing robots! [She produces a pistol and shoots him between the eyes.] Come with me! He won't be dead for long! [Do you go with her?]
Lyric: He could do it with just dragnets and ropes.
Irina Khalidar 2: Ace! Totally ace!
Lyric: I fear I'm losing all control.
Irina Khalidar 2: Do you remember me at all?
Lyric: You'll remember me like a melody, yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you.
Irina Khalidar 2: Wonderful! [Bursting into tears, she hugs you. A line of tracers sweeps over your heads, knocking fragments off the wall.]
Lyric: What are you, my god? You touch me as if you are my god.
Irina Khalidar 2: My name is Irina. I love you!
Lyric: Let's make out in the back of your car.
Lyric: Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Irina Khalidar 2: [You see a man on one side of you and a woman on the other. The woman says:] Don't let him get near you! He's been nanoed! [The man says:] Look out! She's a terrorist, and extremely dangerous!
Lyric: You're never safe 'til you see the dawn.
Irina Khalidar 2: [woman:] He's infected with nanobots! Microscopic self-reproducing robots! [She produces a pistol and shoots him between the eyes.] Come with me! He won't be dead for long! [Do you go with her?]
Lyric: He could do it with just dragnets and ropes.
Irina Khalidar 2: Ace! Totally ace!
Lyric: I fear I'm losing all control.
Irina Khalidar 2: Do you remember me at all?
Lyric: You'll remember me like a melody, yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you.
Irina Khalidar 2: Wonderful! [Bursting into tears, she hugs you. A line of tracers sweeps over your heads, knocking fragments off the wall.]
Lyric: What are you, my god? You touch me as if you are my god.
Irina Khalidar 2: My name is Irina. I love you!
Lyric: Let's make out in the back of your car.
Lyric: (to Drodd) Say hello to my force field.
Drodd: Oh yeah well eat my new Xenon Laser pistol. Your puny little force field is no match for it's power!
Lyric: Thou art a cow. Give me some milk or else Go forth and forth and home.
Drodd: I shall not give you any milk you pile of bolts!
Drodd: Oh yeah well eat my new Xenon Laser pistol. Your puny little force field is no match for it's power!
Lyric: Thou art a cow. Give me some milk or else Go forth and forth and home.
Drodd: I shall not give you any milk you pile of bolts!
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