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"Oh crap, I think I need a new pair of underwear now..."
"Yeah, that happens to a lotta guys I do this to. Don't worry, it ain't gonna matter for very long."
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Why hello Ol' George. My blood being all over your face really brings out your eyes.
"Well, thanks I-... OH, I see what youse did there, you bastard! My "eyes", eh? Don't get cocky, kid! That was a once in a lifetime lucky shot, and it ain't gonna be happenin' again."
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I challenge you to a battle of wits!
"Naw, I think our current form of battle is just fine. I can see why you ain't enjoyin' it, though. Too bad I don't care."
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BE A MAN
A MAN, MAN, MAN
"You want me to be a man huh? Heh, heh, heh... You mean like THIS!?"
Ol' George then punches you in the face a few times, doing 54 damage. Nice choice of words there, bucko.
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"It's time to d-d-d-du-duel!"
"I couldn't agree more, bud... I couldn't agree more."
Ol' George than slams you against the floor so hard you bodaciously fall through several stories, and take at least 200 damage in the process. Ouch. He didn't even give you a chance to set your trap card.
You get up, dazed from the fall. You seem to be in a cafeteria of some sort. There are chairs, tables, barely edible food, utensils, etc.
You're also surrounded by 5 Angry Mobsters. You hear a voice from above.
"Enjoy playing with my friends, you bastard! I'd kill you myself, but I ain't gonna miss watching the show from up here."
The Angry Mobsters look like they're about to draws their guns. And then shoot you.
You should probably do something about that.