So Michael, this is where dead men come back to life. It's been nearly ten years. But you'll keep for another day or so huh, old friend? You motherfucking fuck! I grieved for you! You weren't even fucking dead. You were my best friend. Well guess who's coming to shit on your doorstep, you fuck!

Here, take a few radiation Chems, as my little way of saying, "I'm sorry I twisted your DNA like a kitten a ball of yarn".

Work for yourself, live for yourself. That's the only way.

[SUCCEEDED] NOT IT'S HOLDING UP AN ARRAY OF FULLY-ERRECTED HAND PENISES. IF IT TRIES TO INSERT THEM, ACTIVATE VIVISECTORS.

Assisting a human to the best of my abilities only affords a 25 percent survival rate. That means there's a 75 percent chance that despite my efforts, the human I'm assisting will die from something beyond my control. Therefore it's better to hasten the human's death and put them out of their likely chance of misery than to deplete my limited time.