TheCMan54167

Yeh I'm sick of it too i really wish machinima would stop screwing around its making me pretty angry

My Favorite is the head crab thing as well as that music class thing when he comes up in the eye dog kennel

Dr. Isaac Kleiner:[as Alyx tries to have him leave the lab] We can't leave without Lamarr. She's around here somewhere... Alyx Vance: Come on, Dr. Kleiner. We can find you another pet headcrab. Dr. Isaac Kleiner: No! There's only *one* Hedy! Freeman:At least only one domesticated one that eats water melons *later* Alyx Vance: Dad - prepare for unforseen consequences. Freeman:Thats still creepy after that weird guy said it to her! *shivers* *earlier* [Gordon and Alyx have just entered a Resistance base, a Hunter-Chopper hot on their tail] Resistance Fighter: Seeing as you brought that chopper in on your tail, you wanna, maybe, help us take it down? Alyx Vance: Oh, with pleasure! Freeman:No we don't wanna take it down you bitch its A CHOPPER FOR GOD SAKE WHY WOULD WANT TO TAKE THAT DOWN FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!

Breen:When the singularity collapses, I will be far away from here. In another universe, as a matter of fact! *You*, on the other hand, will be destroyed in every way it is possible to be destroyed - and even in some which are essentially *im*possible! Freeman:I would believe that if you had killed a single person i cared about but basing that you haven't done jack to me yet i think im fine so SHUT UP!!!! *before that* Breen:Let me read a letter I recently received. 'Dear Dr. Breen. Why has the Combine seen fit to suppress our reproductive cycle? Sincerely, A Concerned Citizen.' Thank you for writing, Concerned. Of course your question touches on one of the basic biological impulses, with all its associated hopes and fears for the future of the species. I also detect some unspoken questions. Do our benefactors really know what's best for us? What gives them the right to make this kind of decision for mankind? Will they ever deactivate the suppression field and let us breed again? Allow me to address the anxieties underlying your concerns, rather than try to answer every possible question you might have left unvoiced. First, let us consider the fact that for the first time ever, as a species, immortality is in our reach. This simple fact has far-reaching implications. It requires radical rethinking and revision of our genetic imperatives. It also requires planning and forethought that run in direct opposition to our neural pre-sets. I find it helpful at times like these to remind myself that our true enemy is Instinct. Instinct was our mother when we were an infant species. Instinct cuddled us and kept us safe in those hardscrabble years when we hardened our sticks and cooked our first meals above a meager fire and started at the shadows that leapt upon the cavern's walls. But inseparable from Instinct is its dark twin, Superstition. Instinct is inextricably bound to unreasoning impulses, and today we clearly see its true nature. Instinct has just become aware of its irrelevance, and like a cornered beast, it will not go down without a bloody fight. Instinct would inflict a fatal injury on our species. Instinct creates its own oppressors, and bids us rise up against them. Instinct tells us that the unknown is a threat, rather than an opportunity. Instinct slyly and covertly compels us away from change and progress. Instinct, therefore, must be expunged. It must be fought tooth and nail, beginning with the basest of human urges: The urge to reproduce. We should thank our benefactors for giving us respite from this overpowering force. They have thrown a switch and exorcised our demons in a single stroke. They have given us the strength we never could have summoned to overcome this compulsion. They have given us purpose. They have turned our eyes toward the stars. Let me assure you that the suppressing field will be shut off on the day that we have mastered ourselves... the day we can prove we no longer need it. And that day of transformation, I have it on good authority, is close at hand. Freeman:*was just watching blankly* I don't even know what to say to that.

Breen:Who are you? How did you get in here!? Gordan:I'm the Freeman Bitch and I got in here by going to work fighting aliens then waking up with some dude in my face fighting through the idiotic cops and going through some thing to own you guys so suck it! *after a few more teleports* Breen:I could have sworn it was *turns around* .... Gordan Freeman Gordan:That's what I just said you idiot!