Fallout 4 Mod - Atomic Radio Audition 5
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Roles for a radio mod for the game Fallout 4
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Player: What do you think of my new bat, coach? It's made from genuine birch.
Coach: It doesn't matter if it's made from reinforced steel. Unless you build some muscle, you'll be swinging a wet newspaper for the rest of your life.
Player: But I don't have the genes for it. My family's always been on the wiry side.
Coach: Kid, who needs genes when you have Buffout?
Player: Buffout? What's that?
Coach: It's a vitamin, just like the chewables you eat with your breakfast.
Only Buffout isn't just a nutritional supplement. It also increases your strength and reflexes with absolutely zero side effects.Player: If it's a vitamin, then why do I need a prescription for it?
Coach: That's a question for the bureaucrats in office. But pharmacists and doctors agree that Buffout will not only increase your batting average on the field, but off the field as well.
Player: You mean I can score with the ladies just like a real major leaguer?
Coach: That's right. After all, Buffout is the exact same supplement you'll find in every big league locker room. So talk to your doctor and have him prescribe you a bottle today.
Buffout, the number one recommended vitamin for children and adults!
Thug: You really her? You the dame who killed Blackjack Bill?
Gunman: I’ve killed a lot of men. Not all of ’em deserve a name.
Thug: And what about you? You gotta name?
Gunman: Doesn’t matter. You aren’t hiring a whore. You’re hiring a gun. And if you want mine, then you’ll pay my fee.
How strong is Wonderglue? Why, it's strong enough to glue this man's head to the base of the Brooklyn Bridge! In fact, Wonderglue can bond just about anything, from plastics to rubbers to metals to wood! There's no drips, no clogs, and no fuss, just squeeze and apply.
(man screams from falling)
And how's our friend on the bridge doing? Well, it appears his body has detached from his neck, but look! His scalp is still there, stuck to the base of the bridge, just where we left it! That's because Wonderglue's patented adhesive is guaranteed to last, no matter the situation.
Wonderglue! It works wonders!
Brando: What do you want, father?
Father Jacobs: Your confession. Also, you’re double parked, and I need the space.
Brando: Tell it to Jesus. If you want, I can deliver you to him.
Father Jacobs: Is that your solution for everything? Violence?
You know who the pistols are. In fact, there’s one of them right in this room. We all know who he is. But we’re afraid to say his name. And why? Because he’ll shoot us? Well, that’s probably a pretty good reason. But that’s my parking space and he has no right to take it!
Lucy's Mom: You were telling me about the article on tooth decay.
Dentist: That's right, Mrs. Carson. Leading scientists reported the same research. Cleaning teeth right after eating, the Supradent way, stops tooth decay best. And while they didn't mention Supradent Dental Cream by name, by the end of this conversation it will be clear to everyone that's the brand they were referring to.
Lucy: I'm not sure what that means.
Dentist: It's called classical conditioning Lucy. Don't worry, you don't need to understand it. Just know that I'm a dentist with a clean, healthy smile, and I'm holding a bottle of Supradent toothpaste in my hand. Your brain will associate the two naturally.
Host: Correct! The first ten points go to you.
Charlie: That was an easy one, but if the questions are gonna be about hair, I’d have a hard time beating a barber.
Host: Come on Charlie, you know as well as I do the questions are selected at random. So, moving on to question number two. For twenty points, this style of comb is characterized by its long, tapered handle, similar to a common household pest.
buzz
Opposing Player: That would be a rat-tail comb.
Correct! And with twenty points, that puts you in the lead.
Charlie: Now hold on, that was another barber question. You said the questions were random.
Host: They are, Charlie. It’s purely a coincidence.
Charlie: Okay. I’m just saying, if the next question is about haircuts or combs or clippers, I might just throw a fit.
Host: Not to worry. Question three is about the Civil War.
Charlie: Thank you. I don’t mean to make accusations, it’s just a little weird you know, him being a barber and all.
Host: I understand your concerns Charlie. Now, for thirty points, what style of facial hair was worn by Civil War general Ambrose Burnside?
Charlie: What the fuck!
Basically the guy whodunit, so he's a creep but talks smooth
Sam Smith: Miss, is this seat taken?
Woman: Why no, it’s…hold on, that face…are you by chance Sam Smith?
Sam Smith: Why yes, I am. Have you read my novels?
Woman: As a matter of fact, I feel like I’m in one right now.
Sam Smith: I get that all the time. The world is a strange place.
Woman: I’m sorry Mr. Smith, I can’t be here. Not right now.
Sam Smith: Why not?
Woman: Well, this is going to sound crazy, but something’s about to happen to you. At 3:42pm, in this park. And if I interfere with it in any way, I can’t go back home.
Sam Smith: You’re right. That does sound crazy. 3:42pm, you say? It’s 3:35 right now.
Woman: 3:35? Oh dear. That doesn’t leave you much time.
Sam Smith: This thing that’s supposed to happen…can you be more specific?
Woman: I don’t think I can. Not without changing the future. Let’s just say you’re going to meet someone.
Sam Smith: I have met someone. She’s sitting right in front of me.
Angel #1: Is that Sam Smith's last novel?
Angel #2: It is. The funny thing is, it predicts his own death. I think there's some bleed going on here.
Angel #1: You know that only applies to people in separate universes. What's the title of the book, anyway?
Angel #2: "Murdered by an Angel." Don't bother. It's terrible.
Angel #1: Ha, they always are.
Angel #2: To think, he was almost going to get in, based on his charity work. In fact, he lived a rather quiet life, up until those final moments. Well, no use thinking about it. It's a problem for someone else now.
Angel #1: On that we can agree.
The Kid: So we pit ’em against each other, and let ’em pick each other off.
Sheriff: It’s not that simple kid. Both sides know they can’t afford a war. So they ain’t gonna start one until they know they can win.
The Kid: So we tip the scales somehow, get one side over-confident.
Sheriff:And who’s gonna do that? You?
The Kid: Maybe. I’ve been practicing you know. I’m a pretty good shot.
Sheriff: Heh, so you say.
Player: What do you think of my new bat, coach? It's made from genuine birch.
Coach: It doesn't matter if it's made from reinforced steel. Unless you build some muscle, you'll be swinging a wet newspaper for the rest of your life.
Player: But I don't have the genes for it. My family's always been on the wiry side.
Coach: Kid, who needs genes when you have Buffout?
Player: Buffout? What's that?
Coach: It's a vitamin, just like the chewables you eat with your breakfast.
Only Buffout isn't just a nutritional supplement. It also increases your strength and reflexes with absolutely zero side effects.Player: If it's a vitamin, then why do I need a prescription for it?
Coach: That's a question for the bureaucrats in office. But pharmacists and doctors agree that Buffout will not only increase your batting average on the field, but off the field as well.
Player: You mean I can score with the ladies just like a real major leaguer?
Coach: That's right. After all, Buffout is the exact same supplement you'll find in every big league locker room. So talk to your doctor and have him prescribe you a bottle today.
Buffout, the number one recommended vitamin for children and adults!
President: All right, Dr. Jones. You have my attention. What is this urgent message you wish to relay?
Dr. Jones: Mr. President, I want you to take your finger off the button.
President: I’m sorry, but what button?
Dr. Jones: You know which one. The one you use in the event of an invasion. The button that fires the nukes.
President: Dr. Jones, you do realize there isn’t an actual button, right?
Dr. Jones: What do you mean?
President: There’s no big red button to fire our nuclear arsenal. The generals make a recommendation, and then I give the authorization to launch.
Dr. Jones: You’re wrong, Mr. President. I’m positive there’s a button somewhere, and with the way things are going, it’s only a matter of time before you push it. I know these things because, well…go ahead, ask me how I know.
President: All right. How do you know?
Dr. Jones: Because…I’m a time traveler.
President: Dr. Jones, that is quite frankly the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.
Dr. Jones: And yet it’s the truth. Listen to me, Mr. President, do not press the button!
President: I think I’ve heard quite enough. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
Richards: Well, do you ever watch the games and feel like you have control over the outcome?
Dr. Hall: I’d say that’s fairly common. Superstition and sports go hand in hand.
Richards: Yeah, but at the end of day, you know. You realize that whatever you do, it doesn’t really matter. But I can’t stop thinking…what if I’m wrong? What if I really have the power to change things?
Dr. Hall: Is that why you’re not wearing any clothes?
Richards: Yeah Doc. The more clothes I wear, the harder it is for us to score. I put on a sock, and the bombers hit a double. I take it off, and we strike out the side.
Dr. Hall: But it’s got to be less than thirty degrees outside. You’ll die of hypothermia.
Richards: I know. But if I cost us the first championship since 1918, then the entire city will have me in the electric chair. There’s no way out Doc. It’s heads you win, tails I lose.
Dr. Hall: Mr. Richards. No team has come back from a 3-0 deficit in the history of sports. So it’s my medical opinion that you should put on some pants.
Richards: But what if they lose? What if it’s all riding on me?
Dr. Hall: As a season ticket holder, if we lose, I promise you Mr. Richards, I’ll shoot you myself. But it won’t come to that. It just won’t.
Anchor: Tonight we bring you a special report on a new, thriving industry in Detroit. Here with me now is correspondent Sam Harris. Now you spent four weeks in the inner cities for this story, is that correct?
Harris: Yes I did.
Anchor: And what's your conclusion? Have the taxes on handguns had any effect when it comes to the situation on the ground?
Harris: None whatsoever, it seems. While increased costs have resulted in less gun purchases overall, I'm happy to report the citizens of Detroit have taken matters into their own hands.
Anchor: What's this you have here?
Harris: It's what local gangs refer to as a pipe pistol.
Anchor: Amazing. And it's built entirely from parts found at your local hardware store?
Harris: That's correct. Just pipes, springs and nails. In fact, it's not just materials you'll find at the hardware stores. You'll often see foot soldiers at the junkyards too, finding new ways to turn scraps into shotguns.
Anchor: Recycling old parts seems like it'd be good for the environment as well. The next time I throw away an appliance, I can rest easier knowing it might find a second life as a murder weapon.
Harris: That's exactly right. In Detroit, I'd say it's almost guaranteed.
Anchor: You seem impressed by their ingenuity.
Harris: I am. As a firearms owner, it's just refreshing to see that even with all the increased barriers to gun ownership, nature finds a way.
Anchor: Fantastic. I'm afraid that's all the time we have for this evening, but I want to thank Ted Harris for this special investigative report. Tune in tomorrow for our monthly series on Flying saucers - truth, conspiracy, or hoax.
And to Americans at home and abroad, we bid you good night.
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Our trainers have taught some of the greatest fighters you've ever known, like the Brockton Bomber, Marvelous Matt Murphy, and the Roxbury Rocky himself, Rick Shaugnessey! So head on down to Madden's Boxing Gym, right behind the old North Church, and learn how to stand up for yourself, for once in your miserable life.
Anchor: Tonight we bring you a special report on a new, thriving industry in Detroit. Here with me now is correspondent Sam Harris. Now you spent four weeks in the inner cities for this story, is that correct?
Harris: Yes I did.
Anchor: And what's your conclusion? Have the taxes on handguns had any effect when it comes to the situation on the ground?
Harris: None whatsoever, it seems. While increased costs have resulted in less gun purchases overall, I'm happy to report the citizens of Detroit have taken matters into their own hands.
Anchor: What's this you have here?
Harris: It's what local gangs refer to as a pipe pistol.
Anchor: Amazing. And it's built entirely from parts found at your local hardware store?
Harris: That's correct. Just pipes, springs and nails. In fact, it's not just materials you'll find at the hardware stores. You'll often see foot soldiers at the junkyards too, finding new ways to turn scraps into shotguns.
Anchor: Recycling old parts seems like it'd be good for the environment as well. The next time I throw away an appliance, I can rest easier knowing it might find a second life as a murder weapon.
Harris: That's exactly right. In Detroit, I'd say it's almost guaranteed.
Anchor: You seem impressed by their ingenuity.
Harris: I am. As a firearms owner, it's just refreshing to see that even with the increased costs and barriers to gun ownership, nature finds a way.
Anchor: Fantastic. I'm afraid that's all the time we have for this evening, but I want to thank Ted Harris for this special investigative report. Tune in tomorrow for our monthly series on Flying saucers - truth, conspiracy, or hoax.
And to Americans at home and abroad, we bid you good night.
For most adolescents, social life is a dominant interest. Every school class has several groups, or cliques. This boy’s name is Rod Hunter. Rod is one of the more popular students in school. He’s a three-letter athlete and comes from a family with a good income and social prestige. His lack of tact and grace is made up for by his unusually large fists, which he uses to respond to any questions regarding his intelligence.
Rod is the leader of the clique, which dominates the social life of the school. Next to him is Ben. Ben is what you would consider lower class. But his exceptional talent for praising Rod and feeding his already inflated ego allows him a place at the table. He’s what psychologists would call a “rider,” buying a first-class ticket on Rod’s coattails to total acceptance.
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