Lieutenant Sounds: Fallout Edit

A wonderfully humorous.

After you tell me where your vault is.

And you?

Are the wonders of technology.

Ask your questions.

Better.

Certainly even you have noticed the steady downhill slide of civilization.

Certainly.

Conditions.

Exactly.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Go ahead and amuse me with your condition.

Go ahead, ask your questions.

Go ahead.

Going.

Haven't you figured it out yet?

How could I possibly refuse a request phrased like that?

How delightful.

Human.

I actually doubted my officers when they said they'd captured a prime normal.

I almost laughed.

I believe you understand.

I do believe you do not intend to tell me.

I do need that information.

I do so admire your will.

I feel much better.

I hope.

I rather hoped you'd say that.

I won't even dignify that with an answer.

I, too, was once human.

I'll ask you once more.

I'm curious just to see what your ask.

In a more chatty mood.

Intuitively obvious to the most casual observer.

It is quite simple really.

It is so nice to see you.

It's quite amusing.

Let me check.

Like you, I was a slug, wallowing in the mud before being exposed to FEV and undergoing my glorious transformation.

Morpheus.

My dear human, this is the great Procreator.

Nicely.

No matter.

No.

Nothing but a device to further our plans.

Now be a good little human and tell me where your vault is.

Now where were we?

Now you know why we need your vault.

Now you see.

Of course not.

Ohh my you are brighter than I thought.

Ohh of course.

Ohh this is excellent.

Pity I don't have one.

Presently, there is a slight problem in the reproductive process. It's being attended to.

Presently, there is a slight problem.

Right.

So the location of your vault, if you please.

So you're sure you want to tell where the vault is?

Soon you'll be one of us.

That question is irrelevant.

That's not important right now.

The chosen ones.

The location of your vault, if you please.

The location of your vault, please.

The Master is father to us all.

The Master.

The Master.

The vault.

The vault.

This is getting most tedious.

This is the great Procreator.

Those are the breaks.

Trust me.

We all work for the master.

We are highly intelligent and immune to disease.

We are in no hurry.

We have all the time in the world.

We shall see what we.

Well, those are the breaks.

What a splendid sense of humour.

When you become one of us, of course.

Why certainly, my dear human.

Why certainly, my dear.

Yes, you do have a way with words, don't you?

Yes.

Yes.

You do have a way with words, don't you?

You'll tell me where your vault is.

Your human mind is rather under equipped to handle this.