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• However?
• The calculations break down in the middle. I'm missing the linking mechanism.
• I need to locate the hospital. Can you provide directions?
• This—unit—is—not—equipped—to—respond—to—personal—requests. Carry—on.
• Incinergen is actively recruiting krewe members with a strong background in statics.
• You're not the krewe responsible for that reactor explosion, are you?
• Absolutely not. Our safety record is well above average. Those reports of lab incinerations were exaggerated.
• Our discipline is in a rut. Every golem design simply builds on previous work.
• Not this again. No one needs miniature golems. Leave it alone.
• But I'm close. I just need to overcome the power problem. Perhaps a guano battery.
• We should petition the council for additional peace-keeping funds to swell our ranks.
• Why? We already have ten golems to every Peacemaker. We hardly need more.
• No, for more Peacemakers. This imbalance in power terrifies me.
• Did you hear about that horrible reactor explosion?
• Technically, it was more of a critical-mass event.
• So, you did hear about it.
• Move—along. Do—not—congregate!
• But I'm a merchant. This is where I conduct my business.
• You—are—in—violation—of—city—regulations. You—will—be—reported!
• My councillor will hear about this. I have rights... Why am I arguing with a golem?
• I know you. I just finished your treatise, "Eternal Alchemy Unified Field Theory."
• Oh my. That was a long time ago. I was so young, so enthusiastic, so filled with ideas.
• Any advice you can give me as I pursue my alchemical career?
• Heh. Change schools. The Eternal Alchemy is unknowable.
• Why is it always so damp in the jungle?
• I don't know. Why?
• Because no one knows how to turn off the damp machine.
• Do you think my latest generation of golems are as good as Zojja's?
• I haven't examined them yet, but I highly doubt it.
• Another year, another Snaff Prize.
• I gave up on that dream long ago. It's the same story every year.
• Either Zojja's newest apprentice wins or the Inquest steals it.
• The stench of hylek emanates from every pore in my body.
• Tell me about it. As soon as I get home, I plan to scrub my body from ears to toes.
• My ears itch, but I'm afraid to scratch until I wash the hylek secretions off my hands.
• You—are—in—violation—of—city—ordinance—one—oh—one. You—will—be—fined.
• What? I've done nothing! What is this ordinance?
• All—ordinances—are—on—file—in—the—basement—of—the—Ministerial—House. Good—day!
• Where are you traveling today?
• I'm off to Lion's Arch. I have business with the Captain's Council.
• Be careful. They may be businesspeople today, but they were all pirates not too long ago.
• So, what should we do in the case of a golem uprising?
• Impossible. The sedition inhibitor prevents any insurgent behavior.
• And if someone determined a way to suppress the inhibitor?
• Well, then we die or we bow down to our new golem overlords.
• How's life with your head engulfed in the clouds of utter uselessness?
• Not bad. How's life stuck on the ground, mired in muck?
• Are you looking for a "dynamic" career? You should consider Opticalium.
• I detest puns. They demean both the orator and the audience. Good day!
• I hate the open air. You know, my old krewe once proposed placing a giant dome over the city.