Guess even pneumatic arms can't lift morale in a toxic workplace.

I've always maintained it's the same for all you termites in Heywood. Born here, live her, die here.

Give yourself time. Ideas'll come. Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.

11000101 10000001 01100001 01110011 01101001 01100011 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101111 01111010 01100100 01110010 01100001 01110111 01101001 01100001 01101010 11000100 10000101 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101011 01101001

Łasice pozdrawiają wilki

Weasels salute the wolves

Sushi in Night City...? Sounds like suicide. And somehow disrespectful.