"Fuck me, we finally found some scavs. Arrrright. Let ole Slyfox have a look at how many of you poor bastards are still alive."

"I have credible information that a group of sweepers are active nearby. It is very likely that they might hit this place at any moment. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Today, I'm going to choose a few dozen strong scavengers to form a squad with us. We'll be responsible for providing you with weapons to help you fight back against the sweepers!"

"Useless pieces of crap. You'd rather wait for death than try and make a fight out of it?" When the fat man saw how the scavengers were completely unresponsive, he said in a loud voice,  "Who will be the first volunteer? After we beat the sweepers, I'll take him with me when we leave this place!"