
You realize another batarian is looking down at you, lazily gripping a Carnifex heavy pistol. He's taller than his late compatriot. Perhaps taller than any batarian you've seen. He smiles. Very ominously.
That's what you get for stabbin' me in the back, Drebil. Rot in hell shithead!
Now, let's turn to the main course. Oh, are we gonna have a good time together I promise. I will make you pay. Ooh, I'll make you beg and scream to be put down. I will cut you up into ten thousand pieces...
...and keep you alive...
I will do things you haven't even imagined possible. You will pay for the death of Gerek! My brother I will avenge thee! (nudge nudge) I will... I will... I...
Wait where did you go? Hey, come back! Twenty thousand pieces it is!
(you haven't moved, and so are confused as to why your assaulter has lost sight of you, you remain silent)
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