Various lines that Rhys has said, feel free to change pronouns if needed.
Oh, trust me, we’ve got all the guns we need.
Hold on to your butts!
I will name my firstborn…Loader Bot. Well– you know. Probably not.
Looks like he had a…change of /heart/.
Hey, Grease Face!
(name), did you get stung by bees? ‘Cause you’re lookin’ swoll.
Oh, he was just the go between, the middle man.
Oh my god, who called the whaaambulance, here?
No, it’s not (name), it’s your doom, stop squirming.
Look at us, we’re like best friends now.
A good pair of socks is an often overlooked detail of a gentleman’s wardrobe.
Two words. EAT. SHIT.
Your car is red, (name). I thought you wanted it in black.
To be fair, that was supposed to hit you.
Actually, that’s okay, you don’t know it yet.
This is IT! You can’t see that one day…maybe ten years from now, maybe ten months, maybe tomorrow…you’re gonna think back on right now and scream to the stars for mercy of death just so you’ll not have to live in the wondering of what could have been.
What if I had seized that chance by the throat, what if I had beaten my fears, taken what was so rightfully mine? What if…what if I had won?
Okay, s-so, I’m- I’m going to stick this on your head, a-and– and please don’t stab me.
Ohhhh, he did the thiiiing!
It’s just you and me, pal. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Haha– great, a firing squad. I just hit murder bingo!
So. Much. Pain. Why am I…still conscious…I don’t understand.
We got answers and we want some questions.
You’re just weirdly buff, dude.
It hurts…inside my body.
I’m just peachy, (name), the world is my oyster.
Scratch your own nuts.
Do you mind asking yourself who you are?
You’re…really cool…I just wanted you to know that.
You’re not as smart as you think you are!
Maybe you should have read the manuaaaaaal, huh?
Who’s got two big thumbs and just had his finger guns come back online? This guy!
We’re going to be okay.
(name), I know that, I was lying to myself.
I did what I had to do.
I guess I’ll have to live with that.
There was no other way.
You’re a maniac.
Oooooh, oh. That just smells like happiness and garlic.
Don’t talk to me while you’re peeing, thank you.
What? You got a greasy face. Look! Get some lotion, get some gel, do a wrap or something. I mean, if you wanna lash out, you know, blame your genes, it’s not your fault.
“I NOTICE YOU HAVEN’T SHOT ME IN THE FACE! CURIOUS AS TO WHY! Maybe you’re weighing the moral pros and cons but let me assure you that OH MY GOD SHOOT ME IN THE GODDAMNED FACE! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!”