Ryan’s got a smell for this kind of talk.

Mm-hm. /You’re/ one to talk, mister.

God, men are all terrible.

// It’s funny to write both Julie and Jasmine when it comes to Ryan.

I bet a lot of people would like to differ, huh? I’m not pointing any fingers, though. I’m not the most popular person here either.

Careful with your plaything.

// Aaaaa I’m really happy with all my Bioshock accounts and the people I’m writing with. A hug to you all~

/Ugh/. You’re all terrible.

Talk-machines, the lot of you.

If I hear one more “mistletoe” joke, I’m going to scream.

Happy holidays, spliced up morons.

That’s /my/ line.

What I wouldn’t do for some /actual/ rain.

Always the gentleman.

What a stupid thing to say. If you were so high and grand, you wouldn’t lower to my own perception.

I’m getting a headache.

I wouldn’t try and reason with Atlas, really.

You immediately conceded to my expectations of you. That’s not very reasonable.

[Shrugs]. I agree, which is why it surprised me.

God, what a headache.