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Helmet goes on like this.
All right! Let's take a stroll on the Martian surface!
This oxygen tank sucks!
Oh! Woohoo! It's a larger head that spits *** out!
Had your mama told ya you're ugly?!
Oh, jeez!
Well, at least that worked. I bet it's a fat chick.
I thought it'd be clear out here. It's a nice scenery.
I'll rant about this later. I gotta get inside.
Uh. Maybe I should go back?
Oh yes!
C'mon. C'mon. C'mon! C'mon!
That's much bet--
Why, I'm grateful for the outlandish, utmost faith, praise and admiration you have for me,
How 'bout a fricken map?!
It's common sense! And I can't always rely on my guidance instinct.
But nobody here knows how to give any directions!
Oh come on! What do you want from me?!
I don't have spare change! I have spare bullets!
You know, at first these things freakin' creeped me out,
Lately, they've been getting on my freakin' nerves!
Yes! You!
I probably hurt its feelings.
Them too.
Go cry a river in hell. Hell probably needs one.
Next? No?
That's fine. I don't want any service anyway!
Hmm. Banging?
I swear I will lose it if that's the sound of those mutated rats *** behind the wall!
And this is a lot of blood.
Man. I didn't realize it was Wednesday! Happy Hump Day!
Well, maybe a little too happy if they're goin' THAT rough.
But I gotta say I'm a bit disappointed by that pace.
Ooh!
Holy hell! Really?
That was just disturbing.
Hit ***, speak a weird language, then voyeurists appear?
Whatever. I have my own sex life to be concerned about.
When I get home, they can all watch from hell and see how it's done RIGHT! Yeah!
What? No! I won't demonstrate with you! I'm taken!
Besides, do they even have genitals?
Oh! What's this?
Um. I think I'm wasting my time here.
All right, here we go again.
I think I kinda miss being in crawl space.
Kinda tight and tiddy, but safe.
Ohh! You! You!
Ohohohoh! That was...
That was ***' lame! You piece of ***!
That must be a sign that they know about me crawling through vents. It's been safe for me since the start, but I can't say the same for others.
Know, or not to know. Doesn't matter. I'm a pro when it comes to vents.
It always brings back memories.
How'd he get here?
Maybe he took cover in the vents but ended up not so lucky.
Oh no, this looks like one of those submarine corridors.
It's gonna take me outside! Again!
Good thing I kept my helmet on.
Let's go! Oops!
I thought I was done with these guys!
I killed that *** a while ago, didn't I?
Talk about a real bad timing to run into a swarm of them out here!
Just take precaution.
Can't let'em sneak up on me.
I can't let'em slow me down either. I'll run out of air!
I think this is the situation I'd prefer over those big-headed things.
But seriously, are there more of them giant spider queens?
Or are these the leftovers?
I really, really hope it's the latter!
Where the hell am I going? I'm not seeing a door!
Oh! I bypassed it! What a ***.
C'mon! You stupid elevator!
That says it! I'm keepin' this helmet!
It might slow the guards down 'cause they might think I'm one of them.
Okay! Maybe not!
That's the other problem I have; I keep blowing *** up!
At first I thought it'd be smart to do so they don't explode when I'm near them especially in open-fire combat.
But then I'll be attracting unwanted attention, which seems to be the inevitable!
So what do I do? Take safety measures? Or avoid attention?
And maybe I shouldn't overlook the concept that these things can probably sniff out a live being.
One of'em's up there.
I know I'm an unfair ***.
Ah, screw it! It's inevitable that I continue to blow *** up even if I don't try.
It seems to solve most problems here!
Hey! Don't go! That was me!
Woah! Wait! What?!
I thought they were the outdoor types!
Oh you did not just try to bite me!
There you go! That's team work!
One on one! You're busted!
Let's try the double B!
What retards! And the growling sounds like brain farts.
Looks like I got locked in. Did they really not see me?
Or was that a set up?!
Yeah! Blast your own comrade!
This is bull! Now my suspicion of Sarge is growing!
And those things shooting each other like that? Maybe I should be glad I don't have a partner.
This is getting old! Hey there!
Oh? What's up? Welcome to the party! Single-file please!
Aren't you special? Here! Take another!
You too? Hold on, let me reload!
There we go!
I should turn the semi-automatic off for those guys.
Ah we got one more! Hey nice chainsaw! Wanna use it on me? Huh?
I plan on getting outta here in one piece!
Chainsaws on Mars? They're turning Mars into 20th century earth.
I know that sound!
What on earth--err, Mars--are we gonna use chainsaws for?
We don't have trees here!
"Uh, hey doc. I got this tooth ache. Think you can help me?"
"Welcome to the Martian Dentist! Just lie down and I'll whip out the chainsaw to get that tooth out!"
Scary!
Oh my God. It doesn't stop!
Really! How do they manage without a head?!
It's so unethical!
Anyone else here?
That would be affirmative.
Marco!
Close enough.
The lights can come back on any time now!
Uh oh, it's the bulldog!
Oh! There we go.
Somebody's gotta be playin' with the elecricals.
Oh, come on! There's nowhere else to go! The other door was locked!
Is there a key or PDA anywhere?!
No! It's just dead bodies!
Alright! I guess I'll just go wherever.
Hey! It's green now!
It's gotta be the Gremlins!
Or was it you?
Somebody's watchin' me and--
And toying with the controls like he's playing a video game.
It must be called "Trap and Ambush the Marine!"
And this chapter must be called "Brain Farts."
Look at you! You look like a brain.
Don't feel bad. Here, have a knuckle sandwich!
It knocks your hunger away!
Hooh! Some more heat here.
I know what's up here!
Oh, I guess not.
Where?!
C'mon! You can't hit me!
I don't get enough of splattering brains.
What's this? Another control panel?
Maintenance PDA clearance required.
Dammit. I don't think I have it.
It's just one thing, after another, after another, after another!
I should call up an Asian guy to tell me how to hack into these ***' computers.