*Garrus' head soon turn to the ship landing in the distance. A white haired woman runs out screaming* William Shepard Shepard, isn't that your kid?

Spirits.. And I thought reapers were ugly.

My face looks like a piece of Varren meat, and his looks like a Krogan after taking a a meteor. Just.. Splat.

Is it possible for humans to survive like that?

Question of the day.

I don't have clothes, just different and equally badass suits of armor. *Grabs the mannequin's ass* Yeah, that's my backside.

So.. *Picks up his drink and stirs it around* What if the cup misses man? Frank R. Castle

Mm, those lower cushions. So firm.

I am not in danger Shepard, /I AM/ the danger. A turian on Omega opens his door and gets shot, and you think of me? No, I am the one>

knocks. I AM ARCHANGEL! *Trips and falls on his face* Ow.. *Sniff*

“Inactive: I love you.” I love me too. Thank you.

Oh we know Liam, we all know.

"Dear Diary, Shepard has such a great assssssssss, I just want to grab a handful of that." -Liam

A wise man once told me, that if she swoops, she... Well something, I don't remember what.

*Puts down his rifle, and begins setting up his bipod, breaking a leg while taking it out* You know this is usually done with a spotter..

*Garrus readjusts himself, spotting several figures amongst the settling particles* [COMM] I think I found him, He's not alone in there.

No wind, fifty yards, No swooping taking place. Can't trust a swooper.

*Garrus entered the garage to see William Shepard struggling with some weights* Oh look, big bad Shepard has gotten soft. *He chuckles, approaching>