"I knew you'd make it, Marcus!"
Fuck why'd this tard have to make it.
"Okay, Griffin, we got your goddamn fuel. We're done.
Who's this fucker think he's talkin' to.
"Your're done?!"
Oh shit, can't I think of anything better.
"They're fucking dead!"
Like he gives a flying fuck.
"My people are all dead!"
Yeah, good one Griffin play the sympathy card.
"We've survived Hammer strikes, the grubs, the whole damn war, and then you show up, and I lose fuckin' everybody! You fuckin' COG bastards! Everywhere you go, everything you do, it's always nothin' but death, pain, and miseries! You piece of shit motherfuckers!"
Yeah that one struck a nerve, wait oh shit! Get your facist blood stained hands off of me.
"I just my fucking brother, all right? You hear that?! My brother! You, and your tower, and all this fuckin' Imulsion-can go to hell!"
What's this cracker talkin' about, I lose brother's all the time and you don't see me crying. Heck, I just lost my family!
"We'll settle this shit another time, Fenix! You can count on that, bitch!"
You'll get yours Fenix, you wait and see, motherfucker! I'm talkin' about big time, see you at the play-off's bitch!
What are all those ugly sons of bitches lookin' at, get your scanky ass' outta my sight. Gaucking at me like some vulture, where the hell's this ride takeing me, no matter anywhere's better than lookin' at their ugly asses. Damn that button's big, who the hell are these lifts developed for? Anyway time to flip the bird, bitches! Yeah the look on there faces was just priceless.
"What the fuck did that bitch just say, betcha it was somethin' about me"
Why in all-father's name am I talkin to myself for? I ain't no fool, gotta cut the jibber-jabber, get my rear in gear and all that shit. First I gotta re-establish myself as a playa' and then get some sweet revenge, aww yeah! It looks like their's some type of caravan on the border of Char headin' south, looks like I found myself some new employees, heh heh, let the good time start a rollin' again.