Argh, this is so frustrating. Y'see, this is what I don't get about you bad guys.
You know the hero's gonna win, but you just don't die quickly.
Example: this one guy in New Haven, right? City's burning, people are dying left and right, yadda yadda yadda.
This jackhole rushes me with a spoon. A fricking spoon!
And I'm dying laughing, right?
So I scoop out his stupid little eyeballs with it, and his kids are all, waaahh!, and, he can't see where he's going, he's bumping in to stuff, and ah...
I don't know, maybe you had to be there. The moral is: you're a total 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

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I will pay you to kill yourself.
I've got a perfect spot all picked out for ya. You don't want to?
That's fine -- call the Hyperion Suicide Prevention Hotline, and you'll get nothing.
But if you want a huge reward, you jump off that cliff and become my 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝. Take your time.

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𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚-𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂.

- You know what, I can't say for sure, Keith, but I'm loathed to take advice from someone who doesn't have kids.

- I have kids, sir. Two boys.

- 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.