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- This fort is pathetic! It will not stop us.
- Get this swill out of here.
- Centaur Commander
- Cut their legs out from under them!
- Victory! Slay the stragglers, leave no prisoners!
- Fight back, you mongrel-loving yaks!
- Cut them if they stand, and shoot them if they run!
- Get out of our camp.
- Who was watching the prisoners? Dammit!
- I will plant a tent on your corpse.
- Your efforts are wasted!
- Your meek little walls won't save you.
- I have had more trouble cleaning my tail than this sorry lot is giving me.
- Lesser races all over! Get them!
- Worker
- Worker
- Heh. They don't fly so high after you're done with them, do they?
- Kyla Barker
- Woodcutter
- We need help. We're tripping over all the skritt, and what they don't steal, they bite.
- We need to get our stolen tools back. Every new one we buy is just more skritt-bait.
- The loggers need your help! There are wasps everywhere!
- Luminescent Grub
- Moa Trainer Kappa
- All right, my pretty pygmies, this is what I've trained you for. One...two...three...go!
- Another attack? Where are these things coming from?
- Save my fragile birds. All they know how to do is dance. So, so helpless.
- It's not difficult, but pygmy moas are quick. Just get them in the pen. I'll take over from there.
- I can supervise myself. You just concern yourself with guarding my tiny stars.
- This is worse than herding moas.
- Excellent! I doubt there'll be any further interruptions now. Let's go.
- Curses! All my delicate training work is about to unravel.
- How does this keep happening? My scent neutralizer masks me and the moas. It must be you.
- It's too bad I couldn't do it alone.
- I wonder if I can invent something that makes inventions?
- Ah, even better than rehearsal. Seeing genius of my caliber is rare. You're welcome.
- We're so close! Don't let them get my money—er, moas!
- Good show! I wonder if pygmy moas can learn any of those moves.
- Dance, evade, dance! Dance, evade, dance! Oh my, it's so breathtaking to behold.
- Wish I had an invention to train moas. Oh, well. I'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way.
- Someday I'll be a better inventor. I'll invent everyone out of a job.
- We made it! I could thank you, but how about a show instead? I won't even charge you.
- Lift! No, lift, dammit, lift. Lift that leg, you brainless bird!
- Quit it. I have to oversee their performance.
- Thankfulness is really not in my nature. I appreciate this, though.
- Darkris
- Ooo! Watch the tail!
- Time to go. Grab the tools.
- Lieutenant Pracht
- Right. Next we need to let command know. We need reinforcements, or they'll just overrun us again.