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100 You see a bartender. |
150 You see a pudgy-looking man tending the bar. He nods at you. |
200 Hey! |
201 ! Way to kick the Enclave's ass! Want a drink? |
206 ! What's up?! |
210 One shot of rotgut coming right up� |
211 That'll be three chips� |
212 Another, pal? |
213 Here's a tourniquet if you need it. |
214 Don't inhale the Jet all at once� take a hit, a deep breath, then give it time to settle. |
215 You want two � ounce bags, or a canister? |
216 The Jet inhaler's extra� |
217 Let me guess: Put it on your tab? |
218 One nuke on the rocks, comin' up. |
219 We don't let customers take Buffout in here, pal. |
225 You better get outta here 'fore you get served more lead than you can handle, understand? |
226 Go on� get out. We don't want no trouble. |
227 They're gonna kill you if you stick around. Beat it. |
228 We're all out of everything. Now go on, git. |
236 ! What's yer poison? |
237 Heeeey, champ! What's yer poison? |
238 What's yer poison, pal? |
239 What's yer poison, darlin'? |
240 Poy-sun sounds good |
241 Poison?! Me no want poison! |
242 What's on tap? |
243 What kind of chems do you have? |
244 Who's the old fella by that crappy slot machine? |
245 Who's the guy at the bar with the knife? |
246 Nothing today, thanks. |
250 Oh, you mean old man McGee? He's mostly harmless. Spent near a fortune on that old slot machine and hasn't seen a return in years. Anyways... can I get you something, friend? |