All day and night, the only way you can hurt him is to kill him.
All right, I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Just relax and answer them as simply as you can.
All those moments will be lost. In time. Like. Tears. In rain.
Implants. Those aren't your memories. There's somebody else's. They're tough.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
Mission he's a big boss. Between his feet, he designed your mind. Your brain.
My birthday is April 10, 2017. How long do I live?
Not really. I make friends. They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them.
Of my jurisdiction. You I want more life. Father.
The entree consist of boiled dog.