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I could have been the toast of Broadway, the talk of Hollywood. But, instead, I followed you to this soggy bucket. When you needed my star light, I illuminated you. But now I rot, waiting for an audience that doesn't… ever… come… I'm writing something for you, Andrew Ryan… it's a requiem.

I had to go jungle-style with that filthy ape for three weeks, but he finally spilled the beans on how to get to Andrew Ryan. Generate a sympathetic overload in Harmonic Core #3. That's simple. Now all I gotta do is figure out what the hell a sympathetic overload is, and for that matter, a Harmonic Core #3! Piece of cake for an electrical engineer. Too bad I design lady's shoes. Gonna go see the grease monkeys left alive in Heat Loss monitoring, see what I can shake out of their trees.

"I see Cohen's lost his touch. If you knew him when... when he used to believe in the work, in the struggle. And now, he rots in that never-land, waiting for someone to come and tell him he's still got it. I suppose that's why he let you live." - Andrew Ryan

That creepy Dr. Tenenbaum promised me it wasn't gonna be a real pregnancy, they'd just take the egg out once Mr. Ryan and I had… I needed the money so bad… But I know Mr. Ryan's gonna suss it out, gonna know I wasn't being careful… Gonna know I sold the… Mr. Ryan's gonna be so mad at me…