Director makes an A.I: I made an A.I after myself who I hate so much, and managed to make more A.I for my colleges to help their armor enhancements. Then it created another A.I, this was created after my Wife Allison, who I loved so dearly and miss so much, so we placed her in black armor so she could kick ass.
Texas makes an A.I: this is Andy the Bomb, he can say fuck
Sarge makes an A.I: This is Lopez, he’s the most functional A.I. here and only betrayed me twice
Kraft wrapping paper (being sold at Walmart for ~$3 a roll) has an inch grid on the backside, and doesn’t have the weird shiny texture most wrapping paper has
me, beating the goblin with a stick: no!!! its nice having my positive traits acknowledged!! responding to affirmation by denying it doesn’t make anybody feel good! the goodness in me isn’t always visible to myself, and i won’t put myself down when people see it! i deserve compliments!
hideous brain goblin, spitting blood: they’re lying to you to make you feel bet–
me, loading my shotgun: I’ll Feel Better And That’s What Matters, Shitlord. Making Those Assumptions And Festering On Them Will Only Hurt Me And The People Who Genuinely Do Mean Their Compliments. If I Assume The Worst In Praise, I Won’t See The Best In Myself.
