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• Not interested. Bye-bye.
• Have you ever wondered why blood is red when it comes out? It don't make sense. It's blue when it's inside and red when it's outside. There's a mystery here, my friend. And I'm going to sholve it. (hiccup)
• Your self-esteem is vigorous. Bye.
• I was soaked to the bone, with no allies in sight, and all these Separatists bearing down on me. (hiccup) I was at my best, let me tell you. I slashed and sliced, and those humans had no chance. I felt like...like...Vatlaaw booming Doomtooth!
• Cheers.
• Have I told you about the Separatists who attacked me earlier today? There must have been a couple dozen of them, at least. I thought I'd never eat again, but I fought my way through them, and here I am, belly full and mug brimming. Cheers!
• Well, Force of Nature, I'll see you later.
• —be in that position again. My mind was sharp as a razor. My weapons were an extension of my body, and my enemies were falling like autumn leaves, in great red-brown cascades. I was a force of nature.
• Good soldier.
• Ale is my enemy. Ale is my enemy. Ale is my enemy.
• Too bad I missed it. Yeah. See ya.
• So, there I was, up to my eyeballs in Separatists, and it starts to rain. They almost had me, but I put the wind to my back, so the downpour was hitting them right in the face. It was brilliant. I wish you'd been there.
• Apparently not. Enjoy.
• Thanks! I'm not picky.
• I'm not that old. Bye.
• You think so? I guess you'd know, since you're so old. You've been around awhile, huh?
• Life is good.
• What am I thinking? You're so right. It won't matter where I am or what I'm doing. Enemies will see my physique and my skill, and they'll be killing each other to get a shot at me.
• I guess you're right. It's just so hard to imagine that any fight could ever be as epic as that one. I mean, the way I handled those Separatists, it was like a well-greased meat grinder. I was a sight to behold, let me tell you. I just don't think I'll ever—
• Try this fight on for size.
• Me, alone, versus three dozen separatists, and I kicked their tails! I'll never have a fight like that again! I'm washed up!
• Don't forget it.
• (laugh) That's so true! You're a genius. I don't need to see the color to spill it. Yeah. You hit the nail on the head.
• Got me.
• Wow. Jus' wow. Your powers of deduc...deduc...deductation are impressive. How come I never thought of that? (drunken laugh)
• That's right. Now shut up about it. Bye.
• Um. No.
• I need a drink! Some-dang-body better gimme a drink!
• Uh, take this instead.
• I'd just make you sick. See ya.
• I'm so hungry, I could eat your leg.
• Drums? I think explosives would be better.
• Drums would only lead to dancing.
• What are you waiting for? Make yourself a drum!
• We need more drums at these parties. Big loud, booming drums. Nobody ever listens to me.
• I'm guessing the ale was also a culprit. Gimme.
• Give me your drink, and I'll tell you how to lose the headache.
• Don't drink and drum, idiot! Give me that.
• I can make you forget your headache.
• All this drum banging has given me a headache.
• Woo!
• Wooo! Woo woo woo! Show us your axe! Woo!
• Now that was a meal! Ooh, there's still some stuck between my teeth. Leftovers!
• Woohoo! See ya.
• Bam bam bam!
• More like dumb. See ya.
• Remind me never to drink and drum again. I think I'm a little deaf now.
• You're my favorite some-dang-body. Thanks.
• I'll take that as a compliment. Bye.
• Much better. Although you look spicy and fresh.