And you're gonna hand Fulcrum back to him on a silver platter!
Give me the slagger's needles. Gives me his brain module. I'll learn to fix Fulcrum myself!
[He falls silent after the tirade and then suddenly sinks back down into his chair, hands covering his face.]... If there's even anything that can be fixed.
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He. Will.
KILL.
Fulcrum.
And you're gonna hand Fulcrum back to him on a silver platter!
Give me the slagger's needles. Gives me his brain module. I'll learn to fix Fulcrum myself!
[He falls silent after the tirade and then suddenly sinks back down into his chair, hands covering his face.]... If there's even anything that can be fixed.
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[Ratchet's voice is clear and cold, but he isn't angry at Spinister and he looks almost distracted.]
Nobody is going to kill Fulcrum. ...I need to go.
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[He growls and disconnects.]