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This is the transcript of a dialogue or message file, a file which contains the dialogue of a non-player character in a given game or ingame messages related to scripts and items.
 
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This is a transcript for dialogue with Armpit, bartender at the Atomic Diner in Carbon.

Atomic DinerEdit

Transcript

Those fucking raiders! Thanks for takin' care of 'em, stranger. My name's Armpit. Here, have a drink on the house... and somethin' extra for workin' the crowd.
Those freakin' raiders! Thanks for takin' care of 'em, stranger. My name's Armpit. Here, have a drink on the house... and somethin' extra for workin' the crowd.

Thanks. I'm looking for some Brotherhood of Steel soldiers. Seen any?
How does a classy looking guy like you get the name Armpit?
What do you know about these raiders?
That drink was awful. Gimme another.
Thanks, pal. See you around.

Armpit at your service. What can I do for ya?

Your name's Armpit, huh? Your momma must have really loved you.
Have you seen any Brotherhood of Steel soldiers around?
Tell me more about these raiders.
I could use a drink.
Know anything about the radscorpions in the warehouse?
I want to know more about that crater at the edge of town...
Got some radscorpion tails for you, partner.
Just enjoying the atmosphere, thanks.

Ha! My real name is Arnold, but everybody calls me Armpit. So what? I'm just an honest guy sellin' rotgut liquor to the sad schmucks in this town. But I got plans, see... big plans...

Big plans, huh? Maybe you need a partner to help you in these... plans.
Keep your plans to yourself and answer some questions.
I can already see your name in lights. Bye.

See, I got this recipe for booze using fermented radscorpion poison. I got the gear to make the stuff, the contacts to distribute it... but no poison. So, partner, for every radscorpion tail you bring me, I'll pay you a few caps.

10 caps a tail, huh? All right.
Maybe I'll bring you some tails, maybe I won't. I had some other questions...
You got a partner, pal. And I just happen to have some radscorpion tails here.
Sounds like a stupid plan, but it's your money. I'll be back with those tails.

I got me a partner! There's radscorpions all over the place, but the warehouse is a sure bet. The mayor out in the square can help you get in there.

Radscorpions in the warehouse? Tell me more.
I've got a few more questions before I go hunting...
I just happen to have some radscorpion tails right now.
Guess I better go hunting. Catch you later... partner.

There were some fellas a few weeks back. They talked to the mayor, then I guess they took off. Mayor's out in the town square if you want him.

The mayor... okay. Let me ask you something else.
I'll go and find the mayor, then. Thanks.

Ah, those raiders are a bunch of bums, and their leader is a twisted chick. She's nice on the eyes, but with a heart like a bullet, you know?

Sounds like a sweet girl. I wanted to ask you about something else...
I'm going, you dick.

You wanna drink? Let's see some caps, soldier.

Here. 2 caps.
Here. 2 caps.
Here. 2 caps.
Here. 2 caps.
Uh, put it on my tab.
Got anything other than the usual cup of dog piss?
Maybe I'll have that drink later. I had some questions first...
On second thought, it's a little too early. See you.

Tab? I wouldn't give credit to my own mother, much less you. Pay for the drink up front... or get the fuck out.
I wouldn't give credit to my own mother, much less you. Pay for the drink up front... or get the hell out.

Forget the drink, then. I had some questions for you...
Guess I'm on my way then.

Here you go soldier... Good stuff, huh?

God, that's awful. Here's 2 more caps, hit me again.
God, that's awful. Here's 2 more caps, hit me again.
God, that's awful. Here's 2 more caps, hit me again.
God, that's awful. Here's 2 more caps, hit me again.
Uh, put it on my tab.
Got anything other than the usual cup of dog piss?
That hit the spot. Now, I had some questions...
Feeling better now. I'm off to go shoot things.

... So the guy says to the hooker, "What baby? I thought it was a pot roast!" Ha ha ha!
Here you go, pal. Hey, you don't look so good...

Please... let's just have a nice, quiet conversation.
Head aching... must... get... away...

Honey, you can sure put it away! Another drink, comin' up!
... Jeez, those guys was just bein' friendly! You didn't have to kill 'em!

They probably deserved it. Let's talk now... quietly...
Who? Oh... I think I should go...

You ghouls hold yer liquor real nice... even if your guts fall out! Ha ha! Here... have another one!

That should hold me... for now. I had some questions for you...
This piss is just a waste of caps. I'm outta here.

Our warehouse is crawlin' with radscorpions! We tried to kill 'em, but more kept comin'... probably got a nest in the basement. Eventually, the mayor just locked it all up. You, eh, plannin' to go in there?

Yeah, the mayor wants me to clean the place out. Got a problem?
Maybe. But enough about me, I had some questions for you...
I'll get back to you on that one. Bye.

That hole's been there since the war. Half the town fell in back then, along with some radioactive goop. Heh. I used to play down there when I was a kid, until I grew an extra toe. You wanna see?

Maybe some other time. Let me ask you something else.
I don't think so. Suddenly I feel very ill.

You been busy huntin' radscorpions, huh? That's great! Here's a few caps for each tail! Keep 'em comin'! 10 caps for each tail... okay. Let me ask you some questions.

Nice doing business with you. Bye.

Flamed, outside the barEdit

Transcript

H-hey there, soldier... those raider bastards came in... right after you left... wanted to teach me a lesson... I told 'em to go fuck themselves...
H-hey there, soldier... those raider bastards came in... right after you left... wanted to teach me a lesson... I told 'em to go to hell...

I'm gonna make them pay for what they did to you... I swear it...
Good for you. What happened to everyone else?
Do you smell something cooking? Boy, am I hungry.
I guess you don't want to buy some radscorpion tails now...
I'm too busy to watch you croak. Bye.

You do that. Hey... I got stuff stashed all over town... good stuff... make those fuckers bleed for ol' Armpit...
You do that. Hey... I got stuff stashed all over town... good stuff... make those raiders bleed for ol' Armpit...

All right. Where can I find the rest of the townspeople?
I don't suppose you want to buy some radscorpion tails now...
Thanks. I'd better get going now...

Everyone else... they're in the warehouse... most of 'em. When the raiders started shootin', the doc took a bunch of folks in there and locked the door. But some of us... well... we was too slow...

I'll go to the warehouse... and on the way, I'm going to kill lots of raiders.
Maybe you should have gone easy on the brahmin butter, lard ass.
I don't suppose you want to buy some radscorpion tails now...
I'll head for the warehouse and get the doctor. Hang in there.

Go ahead... make jokes about it you asshole. I hope that raider bitch cuts you open and pisses on your rotten little heart. I'd love to see that...
Go ahead... make jokes about it you jerk. I hope that raider matron cuts you open and spits on your rotten little heart. I'd love to see that...

Yeah yeah. Where can I find someone who isn't mostly dead?
I don't suppose you want to buy some radscorpion tails now...
You're scaring me, fat man. Maybe I'll go play somewhere else.

Heh... so much for my big plans... I got the recipe for radscorpion tail liquor right here... it's gonna make somebody rich... not me, though...

Where can I find everyone else?
Don't worry... I'll get the fuckers who did this to you.
Not you. You're dog food.
Thanks. I'd better go now.

Hold on... you gotta go to the warehouse... that's where everyone's hiding. But the raiders... you gotta help... all those stupid fucking people... (dies)
Hold on... you gotta go to the warehouse... that's where everyone's hiding. But the raiders... you gotta help... all those stupid people... (dies)

Armpit? Armpit? Aaaarrrmmpiiiittt!

Wait... I don't wanna die here by myself... Hey, I got a joke for you... Did you ever hear the one about the ghoul... who was hung like a...

Hung like a what? Hello? What a stupid joke...

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