… What the fuck? Man, I really should lay off on this stuff, or the shit Eddie gives me.
Okay, I hear you. It better be shootin’ lasers by the time I do get my hands on it, man.
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There's a bunch of them. . depending on what we talking about much. There's a lot of them though in general.
'm nooot. . My engineers are good at their jobs, they've been working since the war's beginning so it'll be fine.
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Jesus Christ — how many giants are there? And a TV? The gamers would go NUTS with a HUGE setup like that.
Wait — seriously, you aren’t fucking around? I don’t know if I can really trust it, what if it blows my brains out like — malfunctions.
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Well i used to. . till the tv titan kind of damaged my eyes.. but i got my lasers built by . . Sci.
( A slight pause. )
Well maybe i could ask one of my engineers. . one of them is small enough to handle making one your size !
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Kick ass. Do you shoot lasers out of your eyes like that cyclops dude? You know, from those Marvel comics — I think.
Okay, that counts. I’m sort of jealous, think you could make me a new eye that shoots lasers? Black Mesa has NOTHING on me.
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Well. . i kind of set things on fire with my lasers in ways ? Does that count ?? I've never gotten drunk before, not like there's anything i could hold for my size.
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Oh, no particular reason. In the vastness of space, I’m sure you have some celestial rizz game up your sleeve.
[He shrugged.]
I mean, if anyone knows how to woo a women, it’d probably be some friggin’ intergalactic space enthusiast.
… right? Or am I just sounding dumb.
… Huh?
[Gordon blinked, grumbling in annoyance and shook it off with a loud cackle.]
Oh, puh-LEASE! Managing? This is like putting icing on a freakin’ cake. No, I am great at this, trust me.
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“ .. a skibidi, that's what i am ? „
The general was a bit concerned at just the mention of an alien, blinking and awkwardly looking around.
“ i am. . surprised you're managing to be out here in this warzone. „
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[He paused.]
Well.. I guess I could use some company that isn’t a head humping alien. Sure, you can stick around, lady.
Oh, I forgot about the most important question. Do you know any good pick-up lines?
Oh, thank god. I would rather die by some other homicidal alien than get eaten alive by some — what are you? A giant?
[He scoffed.]
This is by far the weirdest thing I’ve encountered, can’t say I’m really surprised.
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“ wh.. what ? „
G had to take a moment to even process what he was even told, raising an eyebrow as he narrowed it's eyes down at Gordon.
“ 'm not. . here to eat you ? „
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[Gordon pinches the bridge of his nose in mild irritation.]
Man, this is nuts. A floating robot from a company called Aperture. Great, as if my life wasn’t weird enough as it is. And this person or thing sent you to be, what.. my guide?
Hey — you! Stop looking at me like you want a piece of this! I can tell you now that I probably taste like cotton candy and pickles.
[Gordon raised his finger up and pointed directly at The General, seemingly more confused than frightened.]
Uh, thanks I guess? I don’t exactly see what I need pity for. I’m Gordon FREAKIN’ Freeman, baby. Besides, I’m having a blast here.
[He furrows his brows.]
… You’re a what now? Lady, you ain’t makin’ a whole lot of sense here.
This must be a really bad trip, Gordon. Relax, I deal with this kind of shit like.. 8x a week.
[He muttered to himself, occasionally sneaking quick peeks as if he was expecting the other to disappear.]
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The general stared in curiosity. . is that a human ? it narrows its eyes and proceeds to kneel down, not really making him any less intimidating in size.
“ . . schizophrenic ? what does that mean ? „
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