|The following is based on Fallout Shelter and some details might contradict canon.|
The Overseer is sure to send us to the Spelun-King competition now!”
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|Requirements||Opening dialogue||Dweller responses||Character responses|
|Strong and perceptive Dwellers|
|Look, simpletons in their natural habitat!|
Do you even know the difference between a stalactite and a stalagmite?
|Caves are damp and pointy rocks are pointy. We know enough to win.||Yeah, sure you do. When this is over, you'll recognize your betters!|
|Stalag-*this*, eggheads! That means, “Let's fight.”||Simple minds are always so quick to violence...|
|We thought you were a herd of brahmin. A slow, noisy herd of brahmin.|
Swift and silent, we'll become Spelun-Kings without a scratch.
|We can still see you...||Okay, who forgot the Stealth Boys?|
|We'll just have to scratch you wannabe ninjas here and now.||Defend the clan!|
|Tough and lucky Dwellers|
|Dwellers can’t beat a team of former Overseers.|
We know how you think. We can see your every move. We control you!
|Nice try, but an Overseer already controls our every move.||So we're being watched right now? Interesting...|
|Our Overseer wants us to kill you.||Fight to the death? How predictable.|
|The Spelun-King battlefied requires tact and charm against your opponents.|
Which you seem to have in abundance.
|Thanks! Such good sportsmanship is rare.||You just deserve to win, and we'll watch your back until you do.|
|I see what you did there. It's time to shut you up.||Are you sure we can't just talk this over?|
|Charming and agile Dwellers|
|Puny weaklings! Have you seen our muscles?|
Look at these pecs, tris and glutes! Aren't they glorious? You can't compete with that.
|It'll take much more than brute strength to win!||Ha! I think you need a longer look at our amazing muscles.|
|Your muscles can't be allowed to make it to the competition.||Ha! Have you seen our swords?|
|With us in the game, the deck is stacked against you!|
You're starting behind the eight ball against pocket aces.
|No dice! The Vault always wins.||Then let the chips fall where they may!|
|Not if we stop you and your unbearable expressions right now.||All bets are off! Get them!|
|Lucky and agile Dwellers|
|(Speaks in a muffled, unintelligible voice.)|
(Continues to speak. Sounds arrogant.)
|Uh... Okay. Whatever you say.||(Sounds satisfied.)|
|No one insults us and lives!||(Sounds confused.)|