Your being there to give us a lift, the money on a platter, honey for the bees, huh, Captain Foster?

She used to work for us, so I know where of I speak.

Anyway, I'm just surprised the General waited so long to drop this bomb on us.

The Clash at Demonhead are doing a secret show tomorrow night and Envy asked us to open for them.

We are Sex Bob-Omb and we're here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff!

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we were playing truth or dare and Cherene's pretty ballsy.

And I'm not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me... we've paid our due-- enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole.

If we suddenlyjump in The Beast now and head for the hills, they're gonna know that we know, but if we keep doing what we're doing and going where we're going, then they're not gonna know.

Bankers and corporate CEOs raking in fortunes while the rest of us fight just to survive and take care of the ones we love.

Marcel wants us to send a message, and if he thought I was playing favorites just because I'm in love with a witch...

So what we're dealing with is IEDs, suicide bombers, rocket-grenade attacks and ambush.

Koba said we're too loyal to your father.

I want to know what the hell we're doing, instead of just doxing another politician, another DDoS attack on some intel site.

No, that's not us. - No, not us, boss.

We now know what happens when the rising darkness meets the worst of humanity.

You know, we invented a drink after you as soon as that happened.

Now we killed a raccoon We are using your body like it's a machine gun Now we are shooting some fish