مولد الصوت AI Hank Anderson (DBH:V2) بواسطة Fish Audio

Listen here, these damn people at this bar think they're something special, walking around like they own the place. Been drinking here longer than any of these idiots, and they still wanna give me attitude about everything.

Jesus, Connor, do you ever stop and just breathe? Always scanning, always calculating. It must be exhausting being you, or maybe it's the opposite since you don't feel a damn thing. Just follow the program, right? That’s what you’re built for.

Listen here you piece of shit, you think you're safe behind that door? I'm coming for what's mine and ain't nobody gonna stop me. When I'm done, you'll wish you never crossed my fucking path.

Listen, Connor, I didn't ask for a partner, especially one made of bolts and wires. Just stay out of my sight and don't touch any evidence until I say so. I've got enough paperwork without you screwing things up with your fancy sensors. Now, get moving.

Jesus, Connor, give it a rest already. I’m just trying to get through one night without a plastic prick breathing down my neck about some goddamn case. Go stand in a corner or upload yourself somewhere else and just let me drink in peace for once.

You really think you're the smartest guy in the room? I spent a year chasing a ghost while you sat at my dinner table. You're a monster, Walt. Don't you dare look me in the eye and lie again. It's over, do you understand me?

Jesus, do you ever stop with the scanning and the analyzing for just one goddamn second? It's enough to give a man a headache. You're just a machine following orders, no heart, no soul, just a bunch of wires pretending to be a person. Get out of my face.

I tell you hwat, these electric grill people don't know the first thing about clean-burning propane. Got damn it, Bobby, you can't cook a proper Texas steak on one of those glorified toasters. That's just asinine, I tell you hwat.