oh, hey mister trid dont u dare to find a place to hide this is ain't eden and not even paradise i'm here once for all to close your eyes trid - dies, voice lies you are now of a molerat size an emergency state and then a fall out skies now i scratch, and you ignite
you may be a boss in a capital wastlend but our land is more wasted and brutal you are radroach small And full of hatered and i'm a gigant green super mutant i smash you with bat then shoot with lazer gatling you burn into plasma and i gone loot you you held in your ass point fourty four mangnum but had no idea how to use it
it's a Garden of Eden Creation Kit i'm growing a tree on yout throat slit your ash is saving the wasteland but salvation is cruel deceit deprivatoin of meaning of life, you're dead inside but i'll give you insight, motivation to stand up and fight *shot* good night