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It was scary, but long as I had my trusty pulse rifle at my side, I was safe. [me makes pulse rifle sound].
I love the second or so level when you do something that alerts swarms (and I mean ulimited swarms) of aliens to come at you while you're running backwards through allyways firing the pulse rifle like mad and yelling "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!"
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"Oh, these pies arn't homeade. They're from a factory............a bomb factory.................they're bombs."
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