Dialoglog

PCG3: REALLY, DANGER YOU SAY?

PCG3: I'M TALKING, QUITE CASUALLY, ABOUT SOME SHIT THAT'S NOT A FUCKING CORPSE PARTY, SERIOUSLY, FUCK THAT CORPSE HOARDING SACK OF SHAME GLOBES SECURED IN HIS VOICE. HE KNOWS I WON'T BE DELIVERING THE BOMB, AND NEITHER WILL YOU.

PCG3: OK, WELL MAYBE IT WAS NECESSARY.

PCG3: DEAD PEOPLE.

PCG3: HOW DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.

PCG3: I CAN DO.

PCG3: LIKE IT'S TIME TO COME THROUGH FOR ME, ONE LONG WINDY FUCKING JOURNEY FOR YOU.