Forsaken: Noob: I bet dollars to donuts that ya don' even know how to fire a gun. At this point, I almost feel sorry for ya. Almost. G1337: Was tryin'a punch a guy with a fully loaded revolver REALLY a good decision, or was it just a spur of the boot attempt? Put up a good fight, I'll give ya that. Chance: Us vigilantes don' forget easily. Thought ya could pull a fast one on me and Don, eh? Two Time: Shadows die twice, legends live forever. Shouldn't 've brought a dagger to a gun fight. Dusekkar: Ya know we use pumpkins as target practice, right? Wearing that thing must stink to high hell... Taph: Ya know I've been practicin' tap dancin'? I've dealt with my fair share of explosives. 007N7: Take care of ya child or get evicted, ya choice. Oh no, no, no. You don' get to give birth to a child an' then aband'n 'im. Builderman: Turrets? The hell are those? Not once 've I heard of a "dispenser". Veeronica: Clanker. A skateboard? Really? Tainted Survival: The Creator: How's that whole "gettin' a girlfriend" thing workin' out for ya? Emily: Fat lot of good that shield did. Modern against old weaponry, eh? Sarah: It's okay, big girl. It'll be painless. I'll send my condolences to VXW.
