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[circuitmade]

ᵒᶠʲᵘⁿᵏʳᵃᵗˢ

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ … Wᴇʟʟ, ɪᴛ’s ʜᴀʀᴅ. ❞

>TONE still meek, exasperated from previous attempts. 

//:[TRM]> ❝ Iᴛ’s ʜᴀʀᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ  ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴡ. I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴇs ᴀɢᴏ.  ❞

[fragtic-moved-deactivated201711]

     “We ‘ave, sort of.” Even he could admit there was still conflict between just humans, PEACE didn’t seem to be an available option anytime soon. However, Junkrat was finding it a little bit difficult to treat this new encounter with as much SPITE as he normally would. An issue for him, yet a relief for those he spoke with. “I can’t really forgive the mass destruction of m’home after a conversation wit’ a decent Omnic. But hey, I’ll place ya on my ‘don’t blow up an’ use fer spare parts’ list an’ we’ll be even. Deal??”

[circuitmade]

>IT was easy for a smart alec response, but for the sake  of not causing any further conflict, it was shoved aside. This was in no way comfortable for either party. Metallic digits seemed to fidget at either side.

//:[TRM]> ❝ Oᴋᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ  ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ  ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, sʜᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏғғ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ғᴏᴏᴛ.❞  

[circuitmade]

ᵒᶠʲᵘⁿᵏʳᵃᵗˢ

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ! I ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ  ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ! I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ  ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ I ᴡᴀs  ᴍᴀɴᴜғᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ! Iɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ, I ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴏʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʀᴇ  ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ! I ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ  Oᴍɴɪᴄ Cʀɪsɪs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ  ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ! ❞

>BEING probably one of the most touchy-feely androids, it was a natural reaction to be so emotional, however artificial  it may have been. But in that moment, they felt as sincere as they could have been. Looking pretty defeated with a pathetic look plastering features, their figure just seemed  to slump. He was probably too stubborn to ever change his mind on the matter. Voice carrying an almost sad tone.

 //:[TRM]>  ❝ Nᴏ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, I ɢᴜᴇss  ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ.❞

[fragtic-moved-deactivated201711]

     A brow was arched at how earnest the other sounded, as much as he’d hate to admit such a thing, and Junkrat merely rolled his eyes. He’d heard such EXCUSES in many situations, and still held little to no sympathy no matter how the one’s of metal insisted against it. Barely resisting the urge to give an agitated sigh, he couldn’t bring himself to care about it’s feelings. ( not that he believed they had any )

     “Look, don’t take it personally.” He shrugs, “There’s TONS of blokes who hate on Omnics, if ya let it get t’ ya s’only gonna start more problems.”

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ ... Wᴇʟʟ, ɪᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅ. ❞

>TONE still meek, exasperated from previous attempts. 

//:[TRM]> ❝ Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ  ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴡ. I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴇs ᴀɢᴏ.  ❞

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ❞

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Mᴇ? ❞

>Chuckling, a little shake of the head. Of course, you didn’t do anything that bad, but, all in all, it depended on a person’s point of view. 

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Wᴇʟʟ... I ᴡᴀs ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ  sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ... ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ, ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ʙɪɢ, ʙᴀᴅ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. I ᴡᴀs  sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴡɪʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀɪᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ. ❞

>The very thought of it seemed to send waves of uneasiness through mechanical parts.

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Bᴜᴛ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ... ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ.  Iᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ... ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ʀᴜɴs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? ❞

[circuitmade]

▍I'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ [ʜ ᴇ ʟ ᴘ] ʏᴏᴜ ▎I'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ [ʜ ᴜ ʀ ᴛ] ʏᴏᴜ ▍I'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ [s ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ] ʏᴏᴜ

▎ —  I'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ [ʜ ᴜ ʀ ᴛ] ʏᴏᴜ —!!

[circuitmade]

ᵒᶠʲᵘⁿᵏʳᵃᵗˢ

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ! I ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ  ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ! I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ  ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ I ᴡᴀs  ᴍᴀɴᴜғᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ! Iɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ, I ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴏʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʀᴇ  ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ! I ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ  Oᴍɴɪᴄ Cʀɪsɪs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ  ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ! ❞

>BEING probably one of the most touchy-feely androids, it was a natural reaction to be so emotional, however artificial  it may have been. But in that moment, they felt as sincere as they could have been. Looking pretty defeated with a pathetic look plastering features, their figure just seemed  to slump. He was probably too stubborn to ever change his mind on the matter. Voice carrying an almost sad tone.

 //:[TRM]>  ❝ Nᴏ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, I ɢᴜᴇss  ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ.❞

[circuitmade]

ᵒᶠʲᵘⁿᵏʳᵃᵗˢ

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Tʜɪɴɢs? ❞

>NERVOUSLY, digits twiddled, oh great, he  was one of those people. Eye contact was disengaged and a troubled look replaced previous features.

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ… ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Yᴏᴜ, ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ❞

[fragtic-moved-deactivated201711]

“YEAH. Things.” Expression twisted in a snarl; he felt no need to express sympathy, he’d never do such a thing with any sentient tin cans. And Junkrat would go to great lengths just to prove his point.  “Oh, but I do.” He spat in response. “M’not gonna ‘ave a shred of positive attitude fer ya monsters. Th’ fact that people believe ya can do good after they’ve seen what yer capable of— it’s disgusting.”

[circuitmade]

>FACE scrunched up into one of an upset child, posture becoming tense, arms straight and balled  into fists at the ends. If they could cry, they definitely would.

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Yᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Oᴍɴɪᴄ Cʀɪsɪs! Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʙᴜʟʟʏ! Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsᴘɪsᴇ! ❞

>EVERY nerve to slap him was there; every nerve to assume violence, but then wouldn’t stoop that low, no matter how insulting one was. If they weren’t physically fighting them, they had no reason to defend themselves.

[bcdgrandpa]

circuitmade:

>OPTICS blinked in an empty manner. Did  he just..? Throw it? Why? 

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Tʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏssᴇᴅ. ❞

>ONE hand shot out, grappling hook -eqsue manner, snatching the other worldly device from the ground, reeling back with it just as easily.  Scanning over it. 

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Wʜʏ, ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪs ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ. Wʜᴇʀᴇ'ᴅ ᴅɪᴅ  ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ? ❞

noticing the lack of knowledge of extraterrestrial objects, rick lets out a  sigh of relief.  soon the usual frown appeared  &&  arms got crossed, showing the ‘sligth’ signs of  annoyance.  ❝   it’s-it’s none of your business, unless you are part of  the government…  then  y-you didn’t see anything.  got it?  ❞

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Gᴇᴇ, ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ? Yᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀɴᴋʏ. Mᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ  ᴀ ɴᴀᴘ. ❞ 

>A pause. Did he mention government? A skeptical look was passed.

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ  ᴛɪᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ❞

[bcdgrandpa]

circuitmade:

>SUBJECT: [@bcdgrandpa] started following you —!!

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Cᴜʀɪᴏᴜs. Yᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ  ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴʀʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴍɪsᴛᴇʀ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀ? ❞

the scientist froze at the question, thinking about a  good answer  but instead, hands slowly grabbed the obviously big weapon on his back  && simply threw it away,  hoping that they didn’t noticed.  ❝   ..wh-what weapon??  ❞

[circuitmade]

>OPTICS blinked in an empty manner. Did  he just..? Throw it? Why? 

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Tʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏssᴇᴅ. ❞

>ONE hand shot out, grappling hook -eqsue manner, snatching the other worldly device from the ground, reeling back with it just as easily.  Scanning over it. 

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Wʜʏ, ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪs ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ. Wʜᴇʀᴇ'ᴅ ᴅɪᴅ  ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ? ❞

[circuitmade]

ᵒᶠʲᵘⁿᵏʳᵃᵗˢ

[circuitmade]

>HANDS were placed on either hip, quirking their body slightly with a thin brow raising. 

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Wᴇʟʟ, I'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ  ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ’s ᴅᴜᴇ, ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ❞

[fragtic-moved-deactivated201711]

“Yeah, well m’gonna be RUDE if I want.” It was obvious he had a short fuse when dealing with such a being. His biased views towards any robotic being weren’t spared in this conversation.  “Th’ only reason I acknowledged ya is ‘cause I’m s’posed t’ be gettin’ used t’ things like ya.”

[circuitmade]

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Tʜɪɴɢs? ❞

>NERVOUSLY, digits twiddled, oh great, he  was one of those people. Eye contact was disengaged and a troubled look replaced previous features.

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ... ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Yᴏᴜ, ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ❞

[circuitmade]

>SUBJECT: [@bcdgrandpa] started following you —!!

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Cᴜʀɪᴏᴜs. Yᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ  ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴʀʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴍɪsᴛᴇʀ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀ? ❞

[yoursummerdreamz]

[cutelittlerpmemes]

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Send “Weaponmaster” and a weapon

My muse will analyze that weapon and say what they like/dislike about it and if they’d use it or not.

[1000drawings]

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[circuitmade]

ᵒᶠʲᵘⁿᵏʳᵃᵗˢ

>COMMAND: connect, subject: [@ofjunkrats] //:[TRM]>  ❝ OH! Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴍ ᴀʟʟ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ? Iᴛs ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴇᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟs ᴜsᴇᴅ. ❞ 

[fragtic-moved-deactivated201711]

“Yep. Hand-made by yours truly.” Making a loose attempt at hiding the distaste for robotic individuals, he shrugs. “Th’ MATERIALS were all I had so. Yer not allowed t’ criticize.”

[circuitmade]

>HANDS were placed on either hip, quirking their body slightly with a thin brow raising. 

//:[TRM]>  ❝ Wᴇʟʟ, I'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ  ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴅᴜᴇ, ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ❞

[circuitmade]

ᵒᶠʲᵘⁿᵏʳᵃᵗˢ

>COMMAND: connect, subject: [@ofjunkrats] //:[TRM]>  ❝ OH! Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴍ ᴀʟʟ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ? Iᴛs ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴇᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟs ᴜsᴇᴅ. ❞ 

[startersofroleplay]

The Book of Life Starters also known as that movie i’ve watched six times and will continue to do so fight me

“What about the weirdo with the beardo?”

“It’s like a hundred birthday parties!”

“I belong to no one.”

“How about a little wager?”

“I miss her so much.”

“By the ancient rules, the wager is set.”

“No retreat.”

“No surrender.”

“He has the gift.”

“You are going to become a proper lady!”

“Father’s do what’s best for their children.”

“Wait, we were supposed to bring gifts?!”

“Don’t forget me!”

“Always play from the heart.”

“Kids these days, with their long hair and no killing stuff.”

“Don’t you love your family?”

“Those are some big shadows we live under, huh?”

“I’m allergic to dying!”

“You picked yourself a feisty one, huh?”

“You two are acting like fools!”

“Wait, me too?”

“Fix this for me, old friend.”

“I may not be the town hero, but I swear, with all my heart, I will never ever stop loving you.”

“Why didn’t you protect her?!”

“It should have been me.”

“What is it with Mexicans and death?”

“Parents and their crazy baby names.”

“Savage.”

“You cheated!”

“You will pay for this!”

“It’s a good day for doom.”

“You misbegotten son of a leper’s donkey!”

“No one’s that big, man!”

“If you can forgive, love can truly live.”

“I hate everybody.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You were going to sacrifice yourself… for me?”

“I thought it might be time to be a true hero.”

“Will you ever forgive me?”

“I do.”

“Anyone can die. These kids will have the courage to live.”