"Understand this as you do die, ever pathethic, ever fools!"
"Hmmm... find someone rich, and kill them. Find someone richer, and kill them, too! Hack and slash you way to fortune! Woo-hoo!"
The Master: The Unity will bring above the master race. Master Master! One able to
survive, or even thrive, in the wasteland. As long as there will be
differences, we will tear ourselves apart fighting each other. We need
one race! Race! Race! One goal! Goal! Goal! One people... to move
forward to our destiny. Destiny.
Vault Dweller: How did you survive?
Harold: Didn't. Got killed...
[laughs then coughs] Harold: God, I love that joke.
Gizmo: You don't leave town, you end up under it. You got me?
Vault Dweller: Who's going to do that? You? You couldn't get off your fat butt to get a
sandwich, much less kill me.
Modifié par Avalla'ch, 24 mai 2010 - 01:18 .