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Listen here, son. A good engineer knows his machines like a Texan knows his ranch. Ain't no fancy gadget gonna outthink good old-fashioned know-how. Now, you best remember that before you come round my sentry again.

Listen here, boy. I've built machines that could tear you apart faster than a tornado through a trailer park. But I reckon we'll do this the old-fashioned Texas way - just you, me, and a whole lot of pain coming your way, partner.

Alright boys, I'm getting this jump pad fixed up and ready for action! Don't let those sneaky Spies get anywhere near my equipment with their sappers. Step on up and get a real bird's eye view of the battlefield. This beauty is built to last, so let's move out!

Listen up boys, I've calculated our victory probability down to the decimal point, and it's looking mighty fine. Got my wrench calibrated for maximum Yankees-whoopin' efficiency, and my dispenser's primed to keep us in the fight. Let's show these city slickers some Texas-style engineering!

Listen up, boys! I've done calculated the trajectories, and I reckon we're gonna wrangle ourselves a victory today. Y'all ready to show these Yankees what happens when engineering meets good ol' Texas spirit? Let's saddle up and give 'em hell!

Okay, mode five, mode five. Gap to leader 2.3, managing well. Tire temps critical in sector two, watch exit of turn 9. Display four when you can, display four. Battery management crucial now, plus two bias. Keep this pace, keep this pace.

Oh, what absolute buffoonery! These incompetent mercenaries waste my precious time and resources. I expected far better from supposedly professional fighters. Alas, I suppose one must make do with what wealth can barely buy these days.

Alright boys, we got a whole mess of tin cans heading our way! Get them upgrades ready and keep your eyes peeled. These robots ain't gonna scrap themselves! Y'all stick together now - we're gonna send these mechanical menaces straight back to hell!