Barris: Okay, okay! I mean jeez. Or as the Germans would say "leise" which translates to "be cool". Just be cool.

Arctor: I saw death rising from the earth, from the ground itself, in one blue field.

Barris: Gentlemen, you are about to witness for approximately 61 cents of ordinary household materials, the perfect home-made silencer.

Barris: By the way, I might take you up on that, er, sixty dollar offer.
Ernie: No, that was for an eighteen speed bike, no for this eighteen minus ten, I'll give you twenty-three seventy-five.
Barris: Oh God.. Are you certain, that's the right math on that?

Arctor: Crazy job they gave me. But if I wasn't doing it, someone else would be. And they might get it wrong. They might set Arctor up, plant drugs on him and collect a reward. Better it be me, despite the disadvantages. Just protecting everyone from Barris is justification in itself. What the hell am I talking about? I must be nuts. I know Bob Arctor. He's a good person. He's up to nothing. At least nothing too bad. In fact, he works for the Orange County Sheriff's office covertly, which is probably why Barris is after him. But that wouldn't explain why the Orange County Sheriff's office is after him. Something big is definitely going down in this house. This rundown, rubble-filled house with its weed patch yard and cat box that never gets emptied. What a waste of a truly good house. So much could be done with it. A family and children could live here. It was designed for that. Such a waste. They ought to confiscate it and put it to better use. I'm supposed to act like they aren't here. Assuming there's a "they" at all. It may just be my imagination. Whatever it is that's watching, it's not human, unlike little dark eyed Donna. It doesn't ever blink. What does a scanner see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does it see into me, into us? Clearly or darkly? I hope it sees clearly, because I can't any longer see into myself. I see only murk. I hope for everyone's sake the scanners do better. Because if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I do, then I'm cursed and cursed again. I'll only wind up dead this way, knowing very little, and getting that little fragment wrong too.

Fred: Make it? Make what? The team? The chick? Make good? Make do? Make out? Make sense? Make money? Make time? Define your terms. The Latin for 'make' is facere, which always reminds me of f@%!ere, which is Latin for 'to f@%!', and I have been getting jack s@%! in that department as of late.

Fred: D... Substance D. "D" is dumbness, and despair, desertion-desertion of you from your friends, your friends from you, everyone from everyone. Isolation and loneliness... and hating and suspecting each other, "D" is finally death. Slow death from the head down.

Barris: No, no, no, yes, but No, but, Yes.
Ernie: Are you bulls@%!&ing us or not, I just simply never know with you. Is he f@%!ing with us Bob?

Barris: Of course I'm kidding, only a psychotic would do that. Leave the front door of the house unlocked with a note, on the door.
Arctor: What did you write on the note Jim?
Barris: I wrote come on in the door's unlocked.



Winner of Warpstone Open V Qualifier II
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