Sandwich orgy
This is a listing of every "entry" in a given game conversation as scraped from the game files. Entries often contain written dialogue, as well as conditional logic governing their appearance to the player. They also link to other entries, sometimes automatically and sometimes through player action. This page is best used to search for a specific word or phrase, as following the links in this format can be difficult. For an experience that better accommodates the branching structure of these conversations, see the corresponding interactive page.
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1 | None |
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2 | Gaston Martin |
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3 | Gaston Martin | Variable["plaza.gaston_rhetoric_sandwich"] |
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4 | Gaston Martin | (Variable["plaza.gaston_rhetoric_sandwich"]) == false |
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5 | Rhetoric | All right, this is how we're gonna do it: |
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6 | Gaston Martin | "Oh..." he looks down for the longest time. "You're right of course, officer. It can't be good for my health. Please, take it off my hands." |
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7 | You | "Sure, but I'm going to need yours as a *prototype* first." |
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8 | You | "I admire your handiwork,*chéf*, but there are a few things I'd do differently." |
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9 | Rhetoric | A man so principled about his sandwich calls for a principled approach. Time to get political. |
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10 | You | "How is your back, Gaston?" (Tap on the side of your nose and point to the sandwich.) "Is it... *jerky*?" | Variable["plaza.gaston_did_not_rat_gaston"] == true |
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11 | Gaston Martin | "That *would* certainly have been an improvement." |
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12 | You | "The bread you built this wonder on, could have been toasted beforehand." |
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13 | Gaston Martin | "Well yes, I mean... uh... no need to..." He raises his arms to signal you to stop. "I'm not sure I understand what's happening here, officer." |
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14 | Gaston Martin | "Ee... okay, sure sure, I'm not worried. We're here all the time. Every day. Impossible to miss us, officer." |
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15 | You | "Don't worry, about it." (Give him a wink.) |
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16 | Gaston Martin | "I hope you are not just tricking an old man out of the little he has left." He says solemnly and hands you his sandwich. |
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17 | You | "I got a keen eye and it's telling me this sandwich is gonna destroy your back." |
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18 | Gaston Martin | "Wait... But I thought..." The old-timer, visibly disappointed, pockets the sandwich and sighs. "I'd really like to get back to the game now, if there isn't anything else?" |
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19 | Gaston Martin | "Like what, officer?" His eyes rest on the sandwich. "This is as good as they come in Revachol, I assure you." |
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20 | You | "No. No one can." (Gaze at the distance, slowly shaking your head.) |
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21 | Encyclopedia | An array of delicious recipes flashes through your mind. Salads... Salmon... Sandwiches. Bingo! |
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22 | Gaston Martin | "*Ce serait délicieux*! he shouts excitedly. "Can you make that sandwich, officer?" |
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23 | You | "I'll do you one better -- the air pocket between cheese and ham could house pre-roasted paprika." |
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24 | You | "Envision bread as black as the soil it came from..." |
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25 | None |
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26 | You | "No, that's too old school. How about...?" |
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27 | You | What is *political*? |
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28 | You | I'm already tripping knee-deep in politics, baby. |
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29 | Rhetoric | *This* right here is political... |
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30 | You | "Your blood-sandwich" (point to it) "is a tool of the oppressors, designed to keep the proletariat docile." | Variable["plaza.gaston_told_about_peoples_sandwich"] == false |
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31 | You | "This city's going to shit. Sooner or later some foreign anarchist is gonna *steal* your sandwich. That's a fact." | Variable["plaza.gaston_fascist_sandwhich"] == false |
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32 | Rhetoric | You really do. Now, *unleash the fury*! |
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33 | René Arnoux | "I'm not going to listen to this commie-*connerie*," he utters through clenched teeth and turns his back to you. |
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34 | Gaston Martin | "Eh... I don't think that's gonna happen." He chuckles. "Why would you even...?" |
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35 | You | "Oh...? Still, the *over-abundance* this sandwich embodies is inherently evil." |
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36 | You | "The Lawbringers?" | IsTHCPresent("lawbringer") == true |
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37 | You | "The Vigil Flame?" |
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38 | You | "Revachol Curbstompers?" | Variable["plaza.rene_concept_militia_name"] == true |
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39 | René Arnoux | "*Now* you are talking sense, son." His eyes light up. "All three of us, working as a group -- we can make a difference." |
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40 | You | "Salt is essential -- there can't be too much -- because isn't proletariat the salt of society?" |
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41 | René Arnoux | "How about what?!" Judging by his tone the old carabineer really wanted to honour his old unit. |
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42 | René Arnoux | "It's dignified. We need dignity. And you..." He points to Gaston. "Get excited." |
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43 | Gaston Martin | "Yes, officer." He proudly displays his culinary miracle. It is magnificent. |
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44 | You | "It's got class. And roots. I like it." |
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45 | Conceptualization | I'm sure we can come up with something with a bit more *oomph* than that. |
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46 | Gaston Martin | "I don't want to," he argues, glancing at you worriedly. "Look, officer, I like different, *classic* food. Fine dining, not soil. Please, just drop it." |
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47 | You | "Let me ask you, comrade, did *you* make the sandwich yourself?" |
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48 | René Arnoux | "Agreed. What about the whole group?" He quickly adds: "I propose *Épées de la Couronne* -- Swords of the Crown, in honour of my old unit." |
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49 | Gaston Martin | "I really don't understand how my sandwich could..." he starts, but falls silent. |
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50 | Gaston Martin | "Huh?" The jolly man is scratching his head in bewilderment. He doesn't understand the situation. |
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51 | You | "First they take our jobs, then our women and when the sandwich is all you have left -- the anarchists will come for that too." |
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52 | Gaston Martin | "That sounds *horrible*." A grimace of disgust runs over his jolly face. "You really don't know your way around the kitchen, officer. Food and politics don't mix." |
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53 | Gaston Martin | The scepticism emanating from the merry senior could be sensed all the way to the Semenine Isles. |
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54 | You | "But imagine a sandwich covered entirely in fine metal dust from an industrial plant..." |
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55 | You | "But imagine a sandwich absolutely minimal in design. Sleek, efficient, simple." |
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56 | You | "Look, comrade, the *over-abundance* this sandwich embodies is inherently evil." |
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57 | Gaston Martin |
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58 | Gaston Martin | IsKimHere() |
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59 | Gaston Martin | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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60 | René Arnoux | "He won't care." The old veteran glances at his partner. "As long as there's food in his fat belly, he'll lick any boot that's kicking it to him..." |
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61 | You | "We'll be unit one, *Ghost Dogs*. You and Gaston are unit two -- *The Royal Hounds*." |
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62 | You | "I'll be unit one, *Ghost Dog*. You and Gaston are unit two -- *The Royal Hounds*." |
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63 | You | "Guillaume's Lions?" | Variable["plaza.rene_finished_crater_branch"] == true |
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64 | Conceptualization | Tell this lost comrade what the People's Sandwich would be like. Distil the essence of the Working Man... in a sandwich. |
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65 | You | "The Filippian Four?" | Variable["plaza.rene_horseback_discussed"] == true and IsKimHere() == true |
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66 | Gaston Martin | "I would rather just have this one, officer." He's avoiding your eyes. "It's really good." |
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67 | You | "Men, let's review and, possibly, *redistribute* our resources." (Continue.) |
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68 | Gaston Martin | "What do you mean, officer?" There's a look of suspicion is his eyes. |
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69 | You | "Wouldn't you rather have a proper sandwich? A sandwich with a soul?" |
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70 | You | "Don't you guys get it? Us, local boys, gotta stick together. Make the people feel safe again." |
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71 | Gaston Martin |
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72 | Gaston Martin | Variable["plaza.gaston_told_about_peoples_sandwich"] and Variable["plaza.gaston_fascist_sandwhich"] and (Variable["plaza.gaston_altgreet_rene_dead"] or Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"]) |
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73 | Gaston Martin | (Variable["plaza.gaston_told_about_peoples_sandwich"] and Variable["plaza.gaston_fascist_sandwhich"] and (Variable["plaza.gaston_altgreet_rene_dead"] or Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"])) == false |
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74 | Rhetoric | Sorry, but at this point, all that's left to do is beg and hope for the best. Beg like you've never begged before. |
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75 | You | These options seem awfully fascist or communist -- what if I don't wanna say them? |
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76 | Gaston Martin | "No, officer." The culinary genius shakes his head with unexpected resolve. "Please let it go, It's making me really uncomfortable." |
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77 | You | "Please, please, just *PLEASE* let me have the sandwich, Gaston!" |
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78 | None |
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79 | Rhetoric | Say one of these fascist or communist things or fuck off. |
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80 | You | I'm not gonna beg. |
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81 | Rhetoric | It's probably for the best. People don't like beggars. |
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82 | Volition | Whoa... easy there, Gold Mouth. He doesn't *have* to say anything. Re-engage cop-mode and bail out, if you like. |
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83 | You | "Back to police-mode." (Smile and nod.) "I have some questions, Gaston." | Variable["plaza.rene_i_dont_wanna_say_fascist_or_communist_things"] == true |
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84 | Gaston Martin |
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85 | Gaston Martin | Variable["plaza.gaston_told_about_peoples_sandwich"] or Variable["plaza.gaston_fascist_sandwhich"] |
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86 | Gaston Martin | (Variable["plaza.gaston_told_about_peoples_sandwich"] or Variable["plaza.gaston_fascist_sandwhich"]) == false |
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87 | Rhetoric | No. You're gonna starve to death. |
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88 | None |
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89 | Endurance | You're not. Everything is fine. |
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90 | Gaston Martin | "Alright." The jolly man smiles. "Let's hear them, officer." |
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91 | None |
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92 | You | "I don't either, but wouldn't you rather eat a sandwich free of the *bourgeois* guilt-baggage?" |
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93 | None |
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94 | Visual Calculus | He's not imagining it. |
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95 | You | "Melting butter, yellow like the sun shining on the backs of workers on the fields..." |
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96 | You | "Now turn it upside down, black bread -- like a symbol -- on top, to salute the coal mines our heroes worked." |
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97 | Gaston Martin | "I don't eat worker-food!" he blurts out, immediately regretting it. "Look, officer, I like different, *classic* food. Fine dining, not *worker backs*. Please, just drop it." |
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98 | Gaston Martin | The sandwich owner looks at you, eyes filled with anguish. "You're describing prison food, officer. I like different, *better* food. Fine dining, not *jailtime*. Please, just drop it." |
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99 | Gaston Martin | "No, everything would fall off," he argues, glancing at you worriedly. "Look, officer, I'm not a miner. I like different, *tasty* food. Fine dining, not coal. Please, just drop it." |
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100 | None |
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101 | Gaston Martin |
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102 | Gaston Martin | IsKimHere() |
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103 | Gaston Martin | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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104 | Kim Kitsuragi | "What the hell are you talking about? What *foreign anarchist*?" the lieutenant asks, confused. |
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105 | Rhetoric | No time to bring him in. Just keep your eyes on the prize and ignore him. |
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106 | You | "Cause that's how foreigners *are*, Gaston. They won't stop 'till you have nothing left." |
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107 | Rhetoric | Good, René's on board too -- time to take back the streets. Right-wing populism, here we come! |
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108 | You | "Revachol is calling -- she needs us. Not tomorrow, not *soon*, but right now. Let's take our home back." |
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109 | Suggestion | Whatever you're selling there -- he's buying it. In bulk. |
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110 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I'm actually already a member in a group tasked to keep the streets safe," the lieutenant marks. "You are too. We call ourselves *The Police*." |
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111 | Gaston Martin |
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112 | Gaston Martin | IsKimHere() |
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113 | Gaston Martin | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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114 | None |
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115 | You | "On second thought... I don't wanna organize a vigilante group after all." (Drop it.) |
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116 | Gaston Martin | "So..." The sandwich-owner looks at you, obviously confused. "Is there something I can help you with instead or...?" |
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117 | René Arnoux | "Goddamnit, son..." He pushes back his cap. "Once you realize Martinaise -- all of Revachol -- is *actually* going to shit, it will be too late." |
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118 | You | "Kim, I got this." (Wink at him.) | IsKimHere() |
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119 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Are you sure?" The lieutenant raises his eyebrows. "Cause right now it looks like you're organizing a vigilante group." |
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120 | None |
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121 | None |
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122 | You | "Guillaume's Millions?" | IsTHCPresent("guillaume_le_million") |
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123 | You | "Suzerain Solution?" | Variable["plaza.rene_finished_crater_branch"] == true |
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124 | You | "The Three Boiadeiros?" | IsKimHere() == false and IsTHCPresent("boiadeiro") == true |
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125 | You | "The Migrant Bashers?" |
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126 | You | "Frissel Firing Squad?" | Variable["plaza.rene_heard_of_frissel"] == true |
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127 | None |
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128 | None |
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129 | René Arnoux | "It's weird. I don't like it. We'll go with mine for now and you..." He points to Gaston. "Get excited." |
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130 | Gaston Martin | "Alright, alright," the old man is taken aback by René's commanding tone, but dares not dispute him. "I have a bad feeling about this." |
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131 | Authority | His tone leaves no room for arguments. Giving orders is a second skin to the old carabineer. |
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132 | René Arnoux | "It's dignified. I like it. We need dignity. And you..." He points to Gaston. "Get excited." |
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133 | None |
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134 | You | "Good good, now that this is done -- GIVE ME THE SANDWICH!" |
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135 | You | "Just one small thing -- your sandwich. I wanna hold it for a moment." |
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136 | You | "It's okay, Gaston, just *please* give me the sandwich now." |
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137 | Gaston Martin | "Oh..." His eyes light up in understanding. "You went through all that trouble for my sandwich? I'm flattered, officer, but my answer is no. Now how else can I help you?" |
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138 | None |
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139 | You | "Actually, let's honour your old unit -- *Épées de la Couronne* it is!" |
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140 | None |
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141 | Kim Kitsuragi | "What?" The lieutenant gives you a sharp glance. "What *oppressors*?" |
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142 | Gaston Martin |
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143 | Gaston Martin | IsKimHere() |
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144 | Gaston Martin | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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145 | You | "Nothing. Actually, let's talk about something else." |
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146 | Gaston Martin | "I'm listening, officer." He nods. |
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147 | None |
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148 | You | I'm not so sure about this... |
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149 | Rhetoric | Too late. Daddy's already fighting the bad fight. Make it stick. |
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150 | Authority | Ignore him. You are addressing the entire group now. |
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151 | Half Light | Oh my god, stop this scheming and just demand the sandwich! |
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152 | You | "Stop it! I *just* want the sandwich. Give it to me!" | Variable["plaza.gaston_sandwich_wc_fail_halflight_stop_scheming"] == true |
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153 | René Arnoux | "Goddamnit..." the old carabineer looks at you, disgusted. "I thought I had you measured, but you can't really measure a slug, can you?" |
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154 | Gaston Martin | "Oh..." His eyes light up in understanding. "All that for a sandwich? I'm flattered, officer, but you can't have it. It's mine." |
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155 | None |
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156 | Savoir Faire | Not speaking from experience, but yes, you can. It's a common practice among the slug-enthusiasts. |
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157 | Suggestion | Manipulating his patriotic impulses like that? René is gonna remember that. |
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158 | Gaston Martin | "*Mon dieu*, that is an excellent idea!" he exclaims. "That would virtually negate the component loss." |
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159 | You | "Had you put a large slice of Olduvaian cheese crosswise from the ham, it would minimize the component loss via crumbling." |
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160 | Interfacing | This calls for an engineering angle. Structural rigidity, exposed rafters, lattice-works -- that type of approach. |
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161 | Gaston Martin |
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162 | Gaston Martin | Variable["plaza.gaston_interfacing_go_structural_with_sandwich"] |
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163 | Gaston Martin | (Variable["plaza.gaston_interfacing_go_structural_with_sandwich"]) == false |
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164 | Logic | Lattice-works? Like *Lettuce-works*? I see what you did there. Don't ever do that again. |
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165 | None |
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166 | Electrochemistry | Beautiful, now bring it home with paprika. |
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167 | Logic | No problem, you just need *his* for research and development first. Just as a prototype of course. Stall now and the sandwich is forever lost. |
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168 | You | "Initial development takes time of course, but in six to nine months you *will* eat 'The Sandwich of Gods'." |
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169 | Gaston Martin | "Or god of sandwiches maybe?" he tries to pitch in. "But in the meanwhile, what can I do for you *here* and *now* officer?" |
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170 | None |
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171 | You | "I... I win...?" |
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172 | Gaston Martin | "Ee... okay, sure sure," he quiets you. "Everybody wins, but is there anything I can help you with right now to *speed up* the process?" |
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173 | Visual Calculus | He looks worried. |
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174 | Gaston Martin | "Is there anything I can do for you right now?" he asks. "Maybe to speed the whole process up a bit?" |
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175 | None |
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176 | Drama | He knows exactly what's going on. |
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177 | You | "Just give me the damn sandwich, so I don't have to explain." |
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178 | You | Point to the sandwich in silence. |
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179 | Gaston Martin | "I understand the situation," he says quietly and hands you the sandwich. "Please... just take it slowly. Give her the attention she deserves." |
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180 | Gaston Martin | He nods, understanding the finality of the situation, and hands you the sandwich. "Please... just take it slowly. Give her the attention she deserves." |
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181 | Gaston Martin | The old man nods and turns away from you. |
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182 | Conceptualization | And now we both walk away and everybody lives. |
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