Game text
902,736 entries
- Don't talk to me that way, meat. You're gonna be sucking mud if you don't back off.
- And I got some steel for you to taste, meat pie.
- We should strike on the left flank. You go first.
- You've been doing this since we were cubs!
- What?
- Legionnaire calls it, not you.
- I can't wait! It's almost time for my favorite holiday.
- You're not talking about that again.
- Meatoberfest! Beef! Pork! Moa! Dolyak! Hot sauce! Pickled eggs! Blackened potatoes! Sour cabbage! Boiled beer!
- You're not gonna believe this. We've got someone who says he won't eat meat.
- Just when you think you've heard it all...
- He got some ideas talkin' to a sylvari. Now he eats a trough full of beans every day.
- Put him on night watch. And while you're at, I'll take the steaks he's not eating.
- Humans have been through here.
- Those could be Separatist tracks. Plan for the worst.
- Look—tracks.
- Stay sharp.
- Wow. You haven't complained in almost a whole minute!
- Shut up.
- Come over here and make me, stupid! You got the loss. Now I'm the boss!
- Until one of us takes you down. Hope you enjoy your fleeting moment at the top.
- Anytime you're ready. When you want to rise up, little girl, I'll strike you back down again. Heh heh heh.
- Is there anything we need from the market?
- A few things. Beef. Chicken. Pork. Bacon. Ham. Paper. Knives. Extra bacon for the ham. And a cow head.
- What's the matter? Wounds slowing you down?
- Nothing I can't handle.
- Maybe I shoulda packed some cream. Does the kitty want his cream in a bowl?
- I want your blood in a bowl. You keep talkin' like that, I'm gonna splatter it from here to the Brand.
- That's more like it. Pick up the pace, soldier.
- You better watch your step. Farmboys are coming in from the fields, buyin' whiskey and startin' trouble.
- I'm not worried. Buncha sod-bustin, clod-hoppin, plant-lovin litter runts. I'll take 'em all on.
- Big talk for a guy who punches cattle.
- You're talkin' about the guy who offers prime beef to the finest army in Tyria!
- Farmboys want a fight, they'll get it. I'll bash 'em, rope' em, and brand 'em before they know what hit 'em.
- You set?
- Oo-rah!
- What's the good word?
- I get to kill someone today. You?
- Heard some bad news. There's a guy selling watered-down potions. I think he's a Flame Legion spy.
- I'll talk to the other potion purveyors. If I find a spy, I'll gut him.
- Heh. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
- Man, I love this job. Selling potions to charr is like selling compost to sylvari. There's always a demand.
- You finished?
- Work's never done.
- You keep that rifle clean, rookie. Foul up your sights, and that weapon is useless.
- I know how to clean a rifle.
- Just try to keep it loaded and shoot straight.
- Check it out! It's cheese and meat! Cheesy meat!
- Can I has cheesy meat?
- Hungry cub is hungry.