Information about Data Recorder from Sausalito named Raiders Don’t Do Business.
Data Confessional of Torc Mok
Data Confessional Omega XVI-9. The nightmares continue, but can you really call them nightmares when you kind of look forward to them? The gunfire, the adrenaline surge, the…
We’re closed. Come back tomorrow.
That’s not who I am anymore. There should never be euphoria from violence.
Sorry, sensoth. Am I interrupting? Just dropping in on my new neighbors. My men and I will be stopping by from time to time.
I don’t do business with Raiders.
Oh, no. The angry shop owner. Raiders don’t do business, we take what we want when we want.
I’m not exactly shaking in my boots. Who do I send the bill to for my door?
What? The bill? You’re a comedian. Tell ya what, the name’s Murphy. Anytime you feel big enough, you come and get it.
So long you fucking gorilla.
