Összes idézet

HK-47: Exclamation: Damn it, master! I am an assassination droid, not a dictionary!

HK-47: Statement: HK-47 is ready to serve, master.
Protagonist: You don't need to call me master, you know.
HK-47: Query: Don't I? I was under the assumption that organic meatbags such as yourself enjoyed such forms of address.
Protagonist: „Organic meatbags”?
HK-47: Retraction: Did I say that out loud? I apologize, master. While you are a meatbag, I suppose I should not call you as such.
Protagonist: You just called me a meatbag again!
HK-47: Explanation: It's just that… you have all these squishy parts, master. And all that water! How the constant sloshing doesn't drive you mad, I have no idea…
Protagonist: Neither do I, come to think of it…
HK-47: Statement: Now do you understand the travails of my existence, master? Surely it does not compare to your existence, but still…
Protagonist: I survive. Somehow.
HK-47: Commentary: As do I. It is our lot in life, I suppose, master. Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?

First guard (in a drunk voice): Hey, I'm going to the Bear Pits tomorrow. Ya wanna come with?
Second guard: T-uh! Couldn't pay me enough!
First guard: Whaaat? You soft-belly! The bears have got these new muzzles with underslung cheek spikes. Last time I was there, (almost laughing) there was a real eye-gouging.
Second guard: Nah, nah! It makes me sick! When I was a kid--
First guard: Huh! Surprised you're even in this job…. (Falsetto) 'Oo the blood, it just turns my poor tummy!'
Second guard: Shut up, you taffer! You want blood? You should've been there years ago. Tell ya…the bears then? They were something to see. Those bears, they didn't need no cheek-spikes and razor collars, and paw hooks, and all that knifery you straps to 'em now!
First guard: No paw-hooks? What'd they do? Just bump into each other?
Second guard: Huh! Naaah! The bears back then, they had claws as long as your finger! And wicked teeth!
First guard: Bears? Yer taffing me! They look pretty mangy harmless, long as they're not wearing harness.
Second guard: That's why I can't stand the Pits now! You don't know what you've missed. They just don't make bears like they used to…
First guard: Whoa…. Killer bears. Woulda liked to see that…

This is the story of a man named Stanley.
Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427.
Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard.
Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending,
Stanley relished every moment the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
And Stanley was happy.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened.
Something that would forever change Stanley;
something he would never quite forget.
He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow.
No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi.' Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation.
Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time.
But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.

Fiddle-dee dum and fiddle-dee dee, The old gray lady is after me… – children's rhyme, unknown origin

The choice is not only between one action or another. To refrain from action is always the third potential. – First Keeper Orland, Assembly Speech

There is nothing as promising as the opening of a book. There is nothing as final as its shutting. – Keeper Scribe Lessons, Part 4