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There's part of you that wants to hurt.
Run.
- I swear. - (laughter)
(gunshot)
Well, I guess we'll have to go see for ourselves.
(flies buzzing)
Even now, you all still talk in code?
(chuckles)
(percussive sounds)
(gunshot)
This isn't exactly sterile.
to send a request for another host's location.
Were you with us?
(sighs)
(Bernard huffing)
Stubbs: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(flies buzzing)
What happened back there?
But what about me?
though the circumstances are less than ideal.
The hosts are malfunctioning.
but most of it is in here.
It ends...
Damn. (grunts)
(gunfire)
That answer doesn't seem to satisfy you.
You don't know who you are, do you?
Get your hands where I can see 'em!
(electronic whirring)
Quality assurance my ass.
to that question that you've been asking yourself.
(GRUNTS)
Don't shoot, don't shoot! I... I'm human!
Are you going to help me or not?
Can't you see? We're sorry!
Ford must have altered the system,
Fork tender flesh, racked in fear.
Ohh.
We don't have to claim this world.
irreplaceable.