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| response | - {Irritated} Hey, he got a head start!
- {Walking off, dejected} What a drag...
- {Dumb taunting / Defiant} And back again. Before you even get there.
- {Dumb taunting / Defiant} Oh I am gonna make it to the finish and...
- {Dumb taunting / Defiant} And all the way around the planet.
- Heard the Brotherhood of Steel flew in on that ugly hunk 'o junk blimp or whatever.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence, a pause between "caught" and "off guard."} I'm caught off guard.
- They take synths stuck in a bad way and give 'em a new life, new digs, new memories, everything.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} I reap the spoils from the kill.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} A bullet finds its way through a crack in the dome.
- Lots of tension between those cats. I'd hate to get in the middle of that.
- {Laughing with the player} We should take a few from those nosebleeds in the Brotherhood of Steel, right?
- We got junk that'll make you wanna jive. Wanna take a look?
- Don't know why they never called us. We'd make the heppest people copies out there.
- I call it "Hard Shell, Soft Meat."
- {Angry} It's been tough getting supplies since then. Those dead heads can get bent!
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} And I think. This thing and I, we are kind of the same.
- The demon screeches in pain.
- You hear about these Railroad cats?
- Power Armor is our thing, Jack. Wearing it, fixing it, looking at it. It all gets my engines goin'.
- A hep cat like you must have a few caps burning a hole in your pocket. Want to spend 'em here?
- {Encouraging someone with stage fright from the audience.} You got this, Rowdy.
- {An exclamation of excitement.} Hot Dog!
- {Calm and artful thanks to audience.} Thank you.
- {Acted out surprise in the cadence of this poem} A thing breaks the surface of the dark water.
- {Intro before a poetry reading. } I wrote this one about this thing that happened to me the other day.
- Those dead heads don't know the first thing about Power Armor. Not like the Cats do.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool.
- We used to trade with these cats from Quincy 'til the Gunners drove them out.
- Why they haven't sent any to us is beyond me, this is the best life you could get!
- {Cocky, friendly. Trying too hard.} Think of buying from the Cats as a donation towards a more cool Commonwealth. Whatdya say?
- Here? These are the Atom Cats' digs, an oasis of cool in the wasteland of bad news that is the Commonwealth.
- They say there's this bunch a' kooks living in some old school that can make copies of people.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} For, I too, am soft meat under a hard shell.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} A pair of claws under a dome of gnarly shell.
- We've been thinking of getting out there and finding some new suits to play with.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} But the bullets only bounce.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} Beady little eyes look at me from deep within the shell.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Beady little eyes full of hunger, full of rage.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Those beady eyes close, for the last time.
- {Yelling, as if in the moment. Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} I pull out my gun, and shoot!
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Off that crusty shell.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence. Draw out "cool".} He comes at me. Faster than before.
- {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} Those beady eyes narrow as the shelled devil grows angrier and angrier.
- {Suspicious} I've been working more on that Warwick job. Something funny goin' on over there.
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| Before | - DN054JohnnyD: Hey, he got a head start!
- DN054Roxy: Go, get 'em Zekey!
- DN054Zeke: I hope that hunk 'o junk makes it to the finish.
- Player Default: Um, it's called "An ode to my hammer".
- Player Default: Those beady eyes close, for the last time.
- Player Default: For, I too, am soft meat under a hard shell.
- Player Default: I reap the spoils from the kill.
- Player Default: I'm caught off guard.
- Player Default: Off that crusty shell.
- Player Default: A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool.
- Player Default: He comes at me. Faster than before.
- Player Default: I call it "Hard Shell, Soft Meat."
- Player Default: Beady little eyes full of hunger, full of rage.
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| After | - Player Default: Let's see what you've got.
- Player Default: Thank you.
- DN054Rowdy: That was a slick showing, boss.
- DN054Roxy: Alright. Get in position, boys. It's showtime.
- Dn054Bluejay: Hot Dog!
- Player Default: And I think. This thing and I, we are kind of the same.
- Player Default: A thing breaks the surface of the dark water.
- Player Default: An ode to my hammer, so heavy and nice...
- DN054Zeke: Yeaaaahhhh!
- Player Default: I pull out my gun, and shoot!
- Player Default: I reap the spoils from the kill.
- Player Default: A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool.
- Player Default: A bullet finds its way through a crack in the dome.
- Player Default: Those beady eyes narrow as the shelled devil grows angrier and angrier.
- Player Default: Beady little eyes look at me from deep within the shell.
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