Guilty, Doug Rattman! Nothing is a must; who's in charge? I had no choice! Help me, Uncle Johnson; help me to design. Look at me,... *sniff* ...combustible lemons. Mutilation, mutilation comes to [garbled] shift has started. The shift has started; I let you down, men. I feel pain in me now, pain; it's a horrid fume!.. She is dead, she is! Please, look at me, Doug! Children!... The prisoner's gone! The metal voice won! [garbled] Johnson! Will you help me? Help me work, Cave [breaks down]
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