*Edit* A quick authors note I'd like to make is that after talking with Symbiotic for a bit I've decided to reword Olivia's Himegoe to rework her character so as to give her something a bit more distinct. Olivia is a witch of Astecan/Liberion heritage (Asteca is confirmed as cannon as basically being the Strike Witches Version of Mexico). I also made a few edits to Ludwiga's Himegoe as well and added a couple details that I missed the first time. I hope you guys enjoy the amendments and additions.


Track 01 - Introduction

Oorah! Staff Sergeant Olivia Rivera of 78th Tame Witches: reporting for duty! I was trained as a witch of the United States of Liberion Marine Corps: I'm a belt-fed, Neuroi eating, lock, stock and ready to roll brujeria! My Familiar is a Rottweiler named Garras, my partner. I'm 14 years old, 5 foot 1, 111 pounds. I have blond hair, amber eyes and being of Astecan heritage I have naturally tan skin. My bust huh? A small sized B: what's it to you? Doesn't matter if you're a chico o una chica: if you think you can handle me on the field or in the sack: than step right up. What else; you mean you want more than that? Well I have a big family back at home: mama, papa, tio y tia, abuela, abuelo, y...diez hermanos... there was one more but... look, that's all you need to fucking know. Alright?

Track 02 - Rank

I'm a Staff Sergeant of the Liberion Marines. That means I'm a senior NCO. I was a Sergeant Major at one point but after that one brawl I got involved in... yeah, I got demoted. Come to think of it I've been promoted and demoted so much that this one girl called me "shoots and ladders" because of how often I'm promoted and demoted up and down the chain of command. I mean yeah, I kill a lot of Neruoi and do my job well enough to get recognized for it I guess, but given that I'm not exactly little miss ray of sunshine, friendship and sobriety I guess I can't say I'm surprised I can't hold high ranks for long, not that I give all that much of a damn anyways. In the Marines girls like me have to work under Captains and Lieutenants so we can help the officers out leading girls beneath us: keep the younger and lower ranked girls in check. I have to be tougher then hell for a job like this: it ain't no picnic, I'll tell you that. It's the job of girls like both me and Jenna to handle matters of discipline and morale among the enlisted witches, so I've got a lot of work on my plate, but for the most part I try and pull the girls forward in battle: make them pull up their bootstraps and take the fight to those damn alien bastards and hit them where it hurts. Hey someone has to do it: may as well be me.

Track 03 - Dreams for the future

What do I want to do? I wanna fight and kill Neuroi. That's it. I want to shoot those metal alien fucks into slag. Huh? Why? Are you stupid or something? Have you seen these things?! Either you kill them or they kill you. Why do ya think we're fighting them? Well... okay, okay. It's something bit more than that. A lot of people have lost homelands and loved ones during this war. And I... I know what it's like, okay? I know that feeling of losing something... someone... you care about. What do I mean? Forget about it okay. Look: don't go poking your nose into personal things or you'll get it bitten off, you understand?! I'm ... I'm sorry... but that's just... personal, alright? Just leave it at that.

Track 04 - Original unit

I served in the 1st Marine Division before getting transferred to the 78th. Back in the 1st Marines I fought in the Pacific Theater. Let me tell ya something: the Pacific is by far the most FUBAR theater of operations that soldiers and witches would ever fight in. Brinda says that Malaya had strange happenings: in the Pacific you had nightmare engagements. Getting lost wandering around in jungles, getting ambushed by Neuroi in spider holes from out of nowhere, having to contend with traps, fighting in close quarters of tropical thicket and in caves and tunnels made either by Fuso Army Combat Engineers or in the confines of a Neuroi underground stronghold and tunnel network, not to mention times spent up to your tits in water, mud, blood, shell casings and Neuroi shards. Neuroi in the pacific are fierce, crafty bastards that like to use ambushes and large wave charges. Snipers are also a fucking nightmare. Not to mention the weather is also a force working against you, as well as the local wildlife and the fucking bugs. Fighting in the Pacific is so bad that it's not just grown ass mundane Marines and soldiers losing their marbles: even a few witches aren't able to handle fighting in conditions like this. Parts of it suck, yeah, but for me: I like fighting back there: got to rack up a lot of kills in that hell hole. Had to fight hard, fight fierce, and had to be tough to survive for as long as I have. Even been a few times where I think I might have blacked out while fighting. You'd think that most Marines, Soldiers, Sailors, pilots and witches I fought alongside would have only been afraid of the Neuroi, crotch rot and trench foot, but... well, let's just say I was known for trading blows with other stressed out girls in the jungle. It may have been a damned mess half the time, but that's the Pacific for you. What? You were expecting something romantic? Get your head out of your ass and wake up: this is war. It's painful. It's bloody. It's ugly as fuck. You want romance: go read a book or something.

Track 05 - About Clotilda

The Cap? Best damn officer I have ever worked under. I've seen my share of officers, and none could hold a candle to Clotilda. Whenever she leads us she manages to know when to step in or when to pull back when it comes to keeping the unit in line. She also has a lot of talent leading the girls into battle, when it comes to thinking of battle plans both she and Ludwiga excel at it. But I can see that there are days where the duties of an officer weigh heavily on her, especially in a unit this big. She has a lot of responsibility and the lives of a lot of girls in her hands. Some days in the mess hall I can see the weight that she carries in her eyes. Officers in charge of unit's like her carry a huge burden on their shoulders, for both their subordinates and to the people we protect. I'll be honest: I'm glad I'm not in her shoes: I can't imagine having to shoulder that much responsibility. I have seen her angry once or twice, it's pretty rare to see her pissed off but when she is she will law down the law: I'll bet you any kind of money.

Track 06 - About Ludwiga

I'll be honest: I didn't like or trust Ludwiga when we first met. I've heard stories about a lot of what her dad had done in the past and how he was a fucking witch hater. Hard to trust someone who comes from a family of people who hate witches so much. Looking back it was a little stupid, but I thought at worst she would be an arrogant, incompetent asshole like her father, or at least her being around here could have been bad for us. Boy... was I ever wrong. Ludwiga is truly one of the good ones, family name aside. She's humble, smart, intelligent, skilled: una de los buenas witches I've ever served with; and I've known a few. When I still was skeptical of her at the time she worked very hard to prove herself, hell she even put her life on the line quite a bit trying to show that she was nothing like her old man. I can see that now. As far as I'm concerned: I trust Ludwiga with my life, because someone that loyal, that brave, that tough and who loves witches as much as she does... she's someone I know would bring me and the other girls back home. Makes me wonder though... just what was life like for her growing up? Ya know what... knowing her dad: I probably don't want to know...

Track 07 - About Darya

The Oruski huh? The girls a real softy, she is shy around people; hell she was scared shitless of me when we first met each other. She's a nice girl, she just needs to build up a little courage and self confidence... then again she has a lot of that when it comes to her love towards Jenna. She adores that Army witch. Kind of cute seeing the two of them making out like that... but don't you go blabbing that I said the word cute; ya hear? One of the other things I worry about is that Dayra seems to get hurt quite a bit while out in the field. I'm not the only one... I think we should try and keep a close eye on her in case she hurts herself again.

Track 08 - About Jenna

Jenna's an alright girl; has a good head on her shoulders, has that drive and passion for what she believes in as a witch; I can respect that. She isn't as fierce in battle as I am, but I think that's what makes her better at leading girls better than I can: she has passion, but she's able to keep herself squared away. That said she has just as much as a temper as I do, even for being an Army witch. I've seen her use her fire magic to amazing effect: makes me wish she were a Marine like I was: we could have used her and her magic in the pacific: she would have been perfect for that. Her being in the Army... it feels almost like a waste if you ask me. Well, what can you do? Hell, seeing her use a Flamethrower sometimes reminds me of back in the Pacific, seeing her with a Zippo on her back takes me back to when Mundane and Witch Marines filled every nook and cranny of every cave, every tunnel and every jungle with fire, ya know. That's my nickname for her actually: "Zippo", cuse she's a witch that can cast fire. It really fits her, don't-cha think? I'll be honest: I wasn't crazy about her when we first met when I caught her looting a bombed out old house we happened across once, but having heard her life story and getting to know her better: well... let's just say I'm glad she's one of my friends, alright?

Track 9 - About Alannah.

Our local Australis witch, she's the athlete in our unit; she always tries to push her limits and throws herself into the thick of things. I can respect that: in war you got to have a lot of dynamic energy and courage to face enemy fire. Alannah has quite a lot of it. Some people think she's crazy and reckless: I see someone who's fearless and brave. We need more girls like her in the world, then I know the Neuroi will be in for some real trouble. She and Morgan are always trying to one up one another, trying to prove who's the better witch. I take bets on who's going to beat who. Hey it passes the time, makes for good entertainment. I don't really get her whole wanting to be a bush pilot to chart stuff out. I mean what do you expect to find: bushes? Trees? More bushes? Rivers? Maybe some bears or a fucking bobcat? I fucking hate bobcats! Fuck them! Huh? Oh...um...where was I? Alannah... she's a great girl; the kind of girl you bum around with and kick back a few cold ones with and get drunk. Wars never boring when your serving with girls like her.

Track 10 - About Brinda

Short stuff really is a friendly girl for being a bit...Pequeña: I thought her a bit on the short side but I'll tell ya when I saw her in action I was impressed with what she could do. She's got a lot of strength and she can fight pretty well. Her magic ability is a little unique, but apparently she has a hard time using it as air infantry, and she still has got a long ways to go. But you gotta give the girl credit; she can fight with the best of us. Once saw her carry and drop bombs on both Neuroi and once on a bridge to deny the enemy a supply route. It's amazing seeing what she could do. Seems to have a bit of a self-esteem problem though. Not to mention she worries about her lack of tits, kind of a drag really. Alannah seems to always perk her spirits up though, so I guess that's a good thing, ya-know-what-I'm-talking-about?

Track 11- About Hélène

The unit painter... I dunno what I can say except that she is good at what she does in art. Not exactly the best example of a soldier, seeing as she was raised in a well off family. She does try hard though, so I can't be too hard on her I guess. Only problem is that she is overly froofy or whatever term you use for someone who is very prim and proper, and she tends to speak in big words I don't fucking understand. I'm not all that crazy about chewy words, I like short, simple, straight to the point. One thing I like about her though is her magic: she can conjure up makeshift cover from the ground, gives a little extra protection from incoming attack. Nothing like a solid wall of hardened Earth to keep your head from getting taken off by a Neuroi laser. Now if only she could actually cook something edible for once: I've had close calls before out in the field, but I almost bought the farm when she tried to make me this one Gallian dish. I won't lie: I thought my number was up that time.

Track 12 - About Nobuko

Man, La Chica de Sombras? I don't know really exactly what her life story is, but if there's something I can tell you regarding what I do know is what I've seen the girl do on the battlefield. I mean look at this girl: she's the most disciplined, skilled warrior I have ever seen and is capable of amazing feats of martial prowess; capable of bounding over buildings, ambushing Neuroi as well as appearing and disappearing at will. She can use both Air Infantry and Land Battle Strikers with relative ease. I couldn't help but ask myself what a girl like this is doing in our reserve unit; you'd think she'd ether be trying to fight on active duty, being sent behind enemy lines to disrupt the enemy and sow discord and gather Intel, maybe at the least training other witches back home in the skills she was trained in. I asked her about that once: she said command needed her to apply her skills in this key location on the battlefront, and wasn't told much else. Kind of weird if you ask me. Did they not even tell her the reason for her own deployment here? Or is she just keeping the real reason all to herself? You can never know with Noji. But one thing I don't have to question is the fact she will always watch our backs from the shadows. Always.

Track 13- About Erzsi

The way people treated me in the past, I figured people would be the same in the 78th but... then Erzsi came along. I don't know why but amongst the girls that tripped her radar I was one of the ones she likes to frequent the most. I didn't know what her problem was at first but... something about the way she touches me... makes me feel alright, ya know? It makes me feel... something more than the anger and hurt that I feel inside. She makes all of that melt away... at least for a while. I think it's something she needs too, I see sometimes when she gets melancholy and she seems a bit down, probably thinking about her homeland and her missing parents. So for a while I started to return the favor. We became very good friends after spending time together, if you can believe it. Neither one of us are in love with each other like that or anything. Not that she isn't beautiful: because she is. We just agreed that, well, as friends we got to take care of each other. Even if it's in a way like this. So, that's what we do. She's... probably the closest friend I have ever had in... my entire life actually. I'm glad we're both squad mates... and friends. Both of us have some very wild nights together. Although that one time with the tank... Clotilda was pissed when she heard how much damage we caused. But it was an accident! I swear! Ah... I hate to think what my folks thought after seeing the article in Stars and Stripes about that night. I don't think they'll ever let me live that down...

Track 14- About Morgan

The Limey? She's an easy girl to peg down: likes structure, always gets into arguments and challenges with Alannah to all sorts of challenges in training, mock battles, speed, acrobatics and anything else you can think of. She's a straight shooter like that. She's also reliable, you need her to keep you covered out in the field: she can stand and deliver. Can you get a load of this girl: she also really likes the babes herself, the smaller, cuter ones she goes ga-ga over. Don't ask me why. I will say the Warrant Officer comes to requisitions orders she can get you what you need. but you gotta pay up for her to do it, and depending what sort of channels you're going through: it's gonna fucking cost you. I mean get a load of this: I had to give five whole packages of homemade chocolate that my ma made for me for the past two months, plus getting her the next five issues and twelve back issues of both popular science, a couple science fiction novels and trying to get a telegram for news on that new Britannian ether jet design that she wants to try out: the Meteor or something like that. All this just for a couple cartons of smokes, some top quality beer, wine and triple whisky, Romagnan style sausage and cheese and an entire box of skin mags and pin ups featuring all the pretty girls you can ask for. That damn girl drives a hard bargain, but like I said: she delivers.

Track 15- About Sydney and Valerie Radley

The Radley's huh? What can I say about them? Well Sydney is certainly the tomboy of the two, she's tough, she's got a lot of power and she is a very skilled tank hunter. She sees the world as it is, doesn't try and stick her head in the ground. She has some pretty crazy magic: she uses a guitar as one of her weapons, it's kind of interesting seeing magic like that, pretty rare seeing that sort of magic too. It's kind of an exotic sort of power as far as magic abilities go. Valerie is little miss rainbows and sunshine: always trying to see the bright side of everything. You'd think a girl like that would be a complete bubblehead but I was surprised at how insightful she is. In fact she could see that I was... hiding something. Asking if how I was acting had anything to do with... losing someone... I really don't feel all that comfortable around shrinks. But... well I mean... I guess they're both good people, I don't hate them or anything. They are both real close: it kind of reminds me of... of my own little sister... I'm sorry this just... brings up a lot of painful memories...

Track 16 - Ambitions

My ambitions are to fight and kill Neuroi, I know what it's like to lose someone you love so I'm going to fight tooth and nail so no one has to feel pain like that ever again. And if I'm gonna die I want to die on my feet kicking some aliens into the fucking scrap yard. I'll fight till I have no more fight left.

Track 17 - About you striker unit

I use the M4A2 Sherman Gunner type striker unit with weapon mount. The M4A2 certainly has somewhat better shields then pervious iterations, being able to take a slightly bit more damage compared to the M4 and M4A1. A gunner type Land Battle Striker like mine is different compared to standard tracked legs, since it is been redesigned for using heavy machineguns instead of standard issue witch combat guns. The Liberion Military had wanted to commission the creation of Gunner variant strikers to provide mobile suppression for Mechanized Armored Infantry units and for mundane forces. With my unit it's also modified with an ammo rack on the back of both my tracked legs to allow me to carry extra ammo into battle. Only problem with this is that a few times the Neuroi cooked off my stored ammunition, and don't get me started on the fucking Lonsen effect of these things; it may have happened to me only once, but I'm telling ya if you think being in a wet, bug ridden jungle miserable jungle is bad; try fighting while start naked and carrying a Heavy Machinegun with a red hot barrel. I had to get into and hold inside a river about a solid mile away from where my Sherman went up in flames and submerge myself and my weapon in order to keep shooting for as long as I could, but not after receiving second degree burns on my hand that needed healing magic to fix. Yeah, that wasn't a fucking good time.

Track 18 - About your weapons.

My primary? It's work horse weapon in the Liberion military. The good ol M2 Browning .50cal. It's an air cooled, belt fed heavy machinegun that holds a lot of power. Might not necessarily be on the same level of power as a witch combat gun, but my magic can augment the .50cal BMG ammunition while I use this thing, and to use it I must mount it on the weapon mount. I managed to take a lot of Neuroi down just using my fifty. With this thing in my hands, I feel like I can take on anything. You know what I like most is the feeling and the sound of my M2. Feeling the trigger in my grasp, that clacking sound when I pull back on the charging handle, the guttural thunder when it fires. I love that the most with my weapon. Another weapon I use is a Garand with mounted bayonet, which I use when my ammo for the fifty runs out. It's a pretty reliable semi-automatic rifle, considered the best battlefield implement ever made, General Patton himself said as such. It is a clip fed weapon that holds about 8 rounds, you have to empty the clip before reloading; after your rounds are complete the clip pops out, making this cool little "ping" noise; it's like music to your ears... if it weren't for the fact that you then had to reload or get your face shot off. Also you had to be careful when you reload this rifle: if your careless and fumble around too much you wind up getting something called: "Garand Thumb". I've seen one or two girls get their thumbs pinched trying to reload their weapons, it's not pretty. My side arm? It's the M1911, as if you had to ask. It's a real beauty, and not many pistols carry a caliber even half as big as the .45 ACP ammunition that my pistol has. With these weapons on my person I'll be able to hold the line and give those damn Neuroi a run for their money.

Track 19 - About your Magic

Now here's the thing about my magic: it's called "Battle Frenzy". What it does is that it allows me to boost my natural toughness and power by two fold and allows my familiar and I to synchronize and grants an extra surge of power from my familiar to pump out two times more normal damage. I was once looked over by a doctor and he said that mostly my toughness and power comes from the fact the magic coursing through my body puts my adrenal glands into overdrive so that my blood stream is swimming in adrenaline, magically speaking my power and resilience increases only just by a small fraction, or at least enough to be somewhat noticeable. However, when like that I tend to get lost in an intense feeling of... rage... makes it difficult to focus. I found that I get tunnel vision and people have told me that my appearance changes into something more animalistic, rabid, even wild looking. The longer I'm synced the harder it is for me to stay fully aware of myself and... I think a few times I've blacked out when I was synced for way longer then I should have. I can hardly remember things when the familiar takes over but people have said that it looked as if I was acting like my familiar; running on pure animal instinct and animal intelligence, and that I was so frenzied that it was like I couldn't distinguish between friend or foe. I have to watch my ass on that: don't want to wind up getting fragged by my own unit... or hurt any of my friends... I don't know what I'd do if that happened. But... sometimes it's hard to put the effort in to hold that power in check. Sometimes I just feel like... letting go at times... let my familiar... my "partner" take the reins and... just get lost in the moment with the battle raging all around me.

Track 20 - About your homeland

Mi familia has roots back in Asteca across the border down south, but I grew up in Brooklyn Heights, found in New York, one of the biggest cities in the of the good ol United States of Liberion. Never been a city quite as big, quite as lively or quite as busy as the big apple. Growing up I used to play a lot of games with my brothers and sisters and the few friends I had: kick the can: stickball, playen bottle caps, but my favorite game was Red-rover-Red-Rover. Love that game: it was always fun trying to charge through the chains of arms of other kids. A couple kids on the opposing chain might have thought it was unfair because I was a witch, but the teams I often played on wanted to make sure they picked me first. A few times in the summer the Johnny pumps sometimes burst and everyone got to frolic in water out in the street. Gotta beat the summertime heat somehow, right? Most neighborhoods were nice but there were a couple of places that I wouldn't recommend heading off to late at night, if at all. Places like that you might want to keep an eye on your things otherwise they'll grow legs. Lower east side is the Mobs turf, the only people who can walk certain streets there are witches like me, but the mob aren't going to give witches like me an all too warm welcome, even the witch lovers in these syndicate of criminals just give ya a warning to take a different street, less of course you're willing to take your chances, though at worst for a witch they'll just act tough and leave you be unless you're interfering with them and their affairs. My family might not have been all that well off, but dollars to doughnuts we've been through thick and thin together. I was... I was always told that family is the most important thing in this life. That and gran being a witch and all, she said that brujas by the moment of our birth and the awakening of our magic we bear the greatest of responsibilities and we must... live up to them, to protect people and never let them down. For the longest time though...I dunno... I guess I feel like I haven't lived up to that yet. I don't know if I ever will... I want to...but...ah, olvidarse de él. Not worth losing sleep over. Just gotta do what I can.

Track 21 - Food you're good at making

As far as food goes I can make some pretty mean hotdogs on the grill, pizza, clam chowder, Stuffed Gordita, Menudo (a type of Astecan beef and chili soup)as well as Egg Cream: a beverage consisting of milk and soda water as well as vanilla or chocolate syrup; doesn't get anymore Brooklyn than that. Thanks to ma and nana I'm also good a making Aztecan cuisine, like for example using Maize as the foundation for most recipes, corn has a very deep cultural and mythological significance to Aztecan's. I'm also good at making other Aztec foods like tortillas, tamales, as few other things but a few of them take a lot of time and effort to make. I'm also good at making a little something in the military known as "Armored-diesel". What you need is triple whiskey, some lemon juice as well as some sugar and ice and bam: your all set to kill off you're liver and a few brain cells. I can even make some of my own hooch either in a glass or even from a still. Made my own still out of a whole ensemble of unused knickknacks. Whoa Nelly: when Clotilda found out I made one without authorization I was in a lot of hot water. She was pretty damned mad I made that thing behind her back without permission: she was about ready to tear the damn thing apart because she said that it would have made the unit's performance nosedive and we can't afford to get drunk on duty, but we got a call of pretty bad fighting during a Neuroi attack that lasted...*exhales*... about three hours nonstop? It was a big push of enemy units from Ostmark. After that fight everyone needed a drink... even Clotilda could understand why I made the thing. She let me keep it, provided everyone and including me only drunk during off hours, off duty and made sure not to go overboard. I can live with that: still means I get to take a swig of some home-brewed alcohol. Everyone needs a nice cold drink every now and again... and me? I need something strong: something with a lot of kick to it. I like those sorts of drinks.

Track 22- About the life of the witches (Official Stance)

Let me tell ya, fighting in this war is one of the greatest things I can be doing right now. I eat well, I get a good bed, and I get to fight in battle and slag Neuroi back to the steel mill. That's all I can ever ask for really. Not to mention... well, I guess I'm helping people, right? I know my family... would like that...

Track 23 - About the life of the witches (True feelings)

I didn't have much in the way of friends, a lot of people wanted to either avoid me or knock me on my ass. Not to mention the responsibility of being a witch and what it entails. I dunno if I can hack it, I'm certainly giving it everything I've got... just not sure it's enough. I don't know if it will ever be enough. Being a witch in the military, fighting alongside these girls... I wonder how my family thinks of that. It might never fill that empty place in my heart... but I feel like I have something that I sure as hell won't let go of, ever. I'd kill anyone or anything that even thinks about trying to take my friends away from me... they are the only real friends I've got, after all's said and done. We might not see eye to eye all the time, but that shit isn't worth sweating. I never want to lose them: I don't plan on seeing a day like that come. So I'll keep fighting like the devil dog witch that I am. And if it means I die doing it, I'll just regroup with my fallen comrades in hell and if the Neuroi are waiting there: I'll kick their assess again.

Track 24 - Morning greeting

(Morning greeting 1)

Yo, sleeping beauty! Get your ass out of bed, the days starting, Oorah!?

(Morning greeting 2)

Hey you know what they say: early bird gets the Neuroi, derecho?

Track 25 - Meal

Ah man, this smells damn good. What is it?

Mierda, this is great chow ya got here!

Hey, I managed to whip up a little something: try it out for a minute will ya? Let me know if it's good.

I tell ya, meals like that: makes grunt life not too bad. Hit me with another will ya? Vamanos!

What the fuck is this shit?! Are you kidding me!? Naw I ain't eating this garbage: I'd rather eat dirt!

Track 26 - Afternoon greeting

What's happening kid? You staying loose?

Track 27 - Evening greeting

Hey, where have you been hiding, ya mug? How are you doing?

Track 28 - Before bed

I'm turning in, catch some Z's saw some logs and kill a few Neuroi in my sleep. You don't let them bed bugs bite or anything, alright?

Track 29 - Sending off

Oorah, you take care. Just don't do anything stupid, bueno?

Track 30 - Reception

Hey, hey, looks like we've got some fresh meat in the unit. Welcome to the grunt life niño.

Track 31 - Other lines

When it comes to war the only thing that matters is victory. You do that by getting mad and kicking ass: you kill your enemy a hundred times over. Then you kill him again. If another pops up then you kill them too. That's how war works.

Hey thanks for the hand... you hoping for a prize or something?

Oh fucking shit! That's a SNAFU on my part, sorry.

Fuggedaboudit, I've got this, don't go sweating this, ya hear.

Theirs no way in hell that I'm going to let this defeat me. I can't let it. I WON'T LET IT! Don't you fucking dare even think about throwing in the towel or I'm going to kick your ass: your better then that giving up crap! Now you get mad, you get tough, and you go out their swinging, shooting and killing! Sound good?!

Track 32 - Incoming mail

Hey bright eyes, got some mail from home for ya. Yer welcome.

Oh we got a letter here: is it from your other half back home? I can take good care of them for ya: they'll be in good hands.

Track 33 - Startup

Aright, let's turn this bastardo on.

Track 34 - Shut down

That's done, now to turn the damn thing off.

Track 35 - Error

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

God damned, Mother fucking , ether sucking son of a bitch!

I know they say that Marines make due, but seriously; this is just getting ridiculous.

Oh shit! Uh...um... yeah I think I dun fucked this up. Are you good at fixing these things?

Oh, great, just fucking great, damn thing decides to be acting stupid now. So... is this a paper weight now or what?

Track 36 - Enlargement

Can't see it huh? Hold on grandma I'll make it bigger for ya.

Track 37 - Reduction

Really, too big? Alright, then I'll just make it small.

Track 38 - Maximized

Whoa, that's way too fucking big! Are you pulling some kind of gag here?

Track 39 - Minimized

Okay: there's no fucking way you can possibly read that. I mean have you seen the size here? I've seen ants bigger then this!

Track 40 - Deletion

Too much garbage laying around? Alright... BAM! It's gone now!

Track 41 - Download

So you want this then? Okay I'll get it for ya.

Got it: took it's sweet time though. I wonder if you can speed this up somehow...

Track 42 - Connection

Hey! Conexiones para arriba!

Y las conexiones hacia abajo.

Track 43 - Call

Hey niño, you have a phone call! You better get it or you'll miss it.

Phone: are you getting that or are you gonna let it ring?

Track 44 - Answering machine

Yo, this is Olivia, you know the drill: name, message and phone number and I'll get back to ya. Catch ya later.

Track 45 - Fanservice (1)

Well, well, you want to divide and conquer then do ya? If you think you can handle me, let's see what your made of niño.

Track 46 - Fanservice (2)

I...I love you. Really, I mean it: I love you.

Look I'm... not very good with this but... I love you, alright. There: I said it. You happy?

Listen, if you ever need someone... you can count on me, okay? I'll take care of ya.

Track 47- Fanservice (3)

Hey, hey, hey! What are ya doin?! Get your damn dirty mitts off me ya stupid Gavoon!

I ain't interested in you! Get the fuck outta here before I butter your necktie, ya bastard!

Alright listillo: are you ready to fucking die?! Because you push your luck and you better pray to high heaven that your family picked out your fucking tombstone, because when I'm through with you: you're going to fucking need it!

Track 48- Panties (or underwear in general)

The fuck are you talking about? Panties? They aren't panties. Look at this Goombah: thinking they're panties. Sorry to burst your bubble but they aren't panties? Or are you... ah I get it: your one of those types who likes seeing a little Marine Pussy, don't ya? I see how it is.

Track 48- Combat

Sergeant Major Olivia Rivera: I'm ready to kick some ass!

I found some cannon fodder! Hey! Red-Rover-Red-Rover: Send the Neuroi over!

Oorah! Come on you metal bastards: I kill every last one of ya! My familiar, my fifty and I will tear you to shreds!

LIGHT THOSE FUCKERS UP! KILL EM ALL! DIE! DIE! DIE! EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKERS DIE! RRRAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!

Oo-fucking-rah that's the last of them. So what's the word: we heading home or are we going to find some more to kill? I'm fine with either one.¿Qué te parece?