The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

Why did I move here? I guess it was the weather.