PROMPTS FROM CYBERPUNK 2077 (PART 1)
* assorted dialogue from the game, adjust as necessary.
a moment of pain, and you'll be set.
some bastard tried to mug me. i handled it.
do i look like a priest that runs a charity to you?
it's common fucking knowledge.
i sometimes get the impression you forget you aren't from around here.
i'm open to other options.
i'm a man of my word, you know that.
how would i know? why would i care?
it's a hot item, and i know where to find it.
how am i supposed to do this?
well, who do we have here... [name]... long time. didn't know you were around.
no one calls me by my name anymore. almost forgotten how it sounds.
nothing ever changes here. i'd rather hear about you.
as you can see, i'm back. if it'd been better there, wouldn't've left.
maybe it'll all work out for the best.
looks like it's my lucky day.
stay outta this. i don't know you.
it seems our conversation has come to a close.
i'm pleased to see you have not forgotten your roots.
pull up here. right here. i'll just drop down below.
maybe we can also work together again. take ourselves back two years.
don't move! you're under arrest!
you know fuck all about me.
it's a waste of effort. i have no time to testify or play at an investigation.
honestly, for a second there, things looked iffy. wasn't sure we'd worm outta that alive.
eyes and ears open, all right?
you want nice, supportive? call a damn helpline.
nice. i couldn't done that better myself.
on your toes. more bodies incoming. they're almost on you.
shit, where the hell's our target?
heard people who live through shit like this get panic attacks.
look sharp. not done yet.
it can wait. let's just focus on getting home.
so you can be nice when you feel like it.
oh, i get it. you wanna get rich off my blood, sweat, and tears.
good to see you, [name]. it's been a while. to what do i owe the pleasure today?
keep your guard up, that's all.
sounds like it could come in handy, then.
we'll work something out.
i've got this delicate matter. it's why i called you.
i know exactly how that sounds.
if i get a tip about a possible attack, i'll give you a call.
would you rather live in peace as mr nobody, die dipe, old, and smelling slightly of urine? or go down for all times in a blaze of glory, smelling near like posies, without seeing your thirtieth?
let me hear it. what's the job?
not a sales pitch. it's a warning.
i like to know everything about the people i work with.
why we meeting here? any particular reason?
you have trouble accepting compliments?
have you known each other long?
