TIM: Congratulations, Shepard. Now we'll use the collector base to devise a way to stop the Reapers.
Shep: Cool. How long will that take?
TIM: A while.
Shep: Cool.
Jacob: Hey, Commander. Now that we have some time to kill, let's go get drunk on Citadel.
Shep: Reading my mind. I'll meet you in the shuttle. *goes to main gun* Hey, Garrus. Me and Jacob are going to get drunk on Citadel. Wanna come?
Garrus: Not right now. I need to finish these calibrations.
Shep: Oh, come on! You've been calibrating those guns for the entire game! Will taking one night off really be that bad?
Garrus: Well, I really do need to finish these calibrations.
Shep: I get it, you're poor. I'll pay. Come on.
Garrus: Fine.
The next day...
Shep: Ugh. The rincol was a bad idea.
Jacob: Don't remind me.
Garrus: Did...did I beat up a volus last night?
Shep: Yeah, but it's cool. He had it coming.
EDI: The Illusive Man wants to speak with you, Shepard.
Shep: OK. Come on, guys. Let's talk to the Illusive Man.
Garrus and Jacob: OK.
TIM: Shepard. I have some good news and some bad news.
Shep: Bad news first.
TIM: The Reapers are here already. They've destroyed the Citadel and are purging the galaxy of life. Also, one is headed your way.
Shep: F***. What's the good news.
TIM: Using information from the collector base, we've discovered the Reapers' weakness. A small thermal exhaust port only two meters wide.
Shep: F***. There's no way we can hit a target that small.
Garrus: We could've, if you had let me finish my calibrations.
Shep: I regret nothing!
*Reapers destroy all life*
Modifié par notphrog, 11 février 2010 - 06:45 .