Game: Bulletstorm (Storm of bullets)
You can't feel the joy of killing.
Hey, Trishka! Then your boyfriend at the door!
- Of Quillan! [monster falls into a VAT of acid]
- The feeling that we need to discuss your approach to guys...
- Of Quillan! [monster falls into a VAT of acid]
- The feeling that we need to discuss your approach to guys...
Ishi: - Predict the inevitable detonation of the generators.
Grayson: Well then I predict the inevitable stall here for such a mother!..
Grayson: Well then I predict the inevitable stall here for such a mother!..
A drop of luck in a sea of misadventures!
Rell: - Half a head of each of us? OK!
Grayson: - You may be fine, and I'm twice!
Grayson: - You may be fine, and I'm twice!
Have another drink, grey, - it is easier to aim!
