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>"Oh, of course," said Rol'Daroth. "I suppose it's infested with
>some kind of mind-controlling, flesh-devouring parasitic life form."

BWAHAHAHAHA. Yellow Spandex.

Ahem.

>If we refrain from coming to the colony's aid, it won't be because we're
>reluctant to risk quarian lives," she said scornfully. "It'll be
>because we simply couldn't be bothered. We just didn't care! And if
>that's the case, then I am no longer proud to call myself quarian. If
>that's how it is, then maybe we really are just opportunistic vagrants,
>parasites and thieves - alien space trash, like our detractors always
>say. I'd prefer to die as a citizen of Goodyear than live as -that-
>kind of quarian."

Fuck yah, Tali!!

>"Bah. I'm a tool-using primate. I can fix that."

Best self description ever. I usually chase it with "I void warranties".

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