Hex - Mad Dash Racing - Character Voices (Xbox) Edit

Ah, got you now.

An excellent choice, my little primitive friend, though your kind neither has the perennial capacity nor the opposable digits to master my complex controls.

And you this is the last time I come into a race with a corn fed Rube such as yourself.

As well as my own personal thumbs up.

Ben, excuse me then.

Bet that hurt.

Buffoon.

Capital.

Capital.

Come on, you loser. Yeah.

Come on, you. What are you waiting for?

Cool.

Die loser?

Die.

Done. Good.

Even without all 7 chunks, short range brainwashing will be possible with my machine.

Fools.

For the one who brings me back all 7 gleaming red meteor chunks, I will give to you in reward a brand new pig.

From the bottom of my cold, shriveled heart, I would like to thank you for all your help in the execution of this masterful little plan of mine.

Great.

Great. Let the games begin. May the best best. And so forth.

Guys come, you're lucky I don't have you castrated.

Guys come.

Ha.

Hello friends my name is hex and welcome to my island.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

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Him. Excuse me then.

Hmm. Yeah.

How about you start with you just get me the five red chunks. That miserable race are already found.

How's progress there, my brutish friend? I need those seven meteor chunks.

Huh.

I am clearly the best character in this pathetic little game.

I am clearly the greatest ever.

I done good.

I must warn you, I do not suffer fools lightly and fools with control pads. None.

I say.

I'll be back. Ohh I'll be back.

I'll get you next time, you miserable, meddling morons.

I'm great.

It. Whoop up.

It's too late, the chunks are in place. All I need to do now is align the encephal atron to focus their power into the dispersion vortex above.

Just a flesh wound.

Let the games begin.

Like taking candy from a baby? Ooh, now there's an idea.

Looks like my little slaves have got your number, which frees me up to finish taking over the world.

Looks like someone else stole the glory today.

Lord of the dance.

Maybe next time. Yeah, right. Not bloody likely.

Mine.

Moron.

Never.

No, not the machine.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Nope.

Not regarding the pig.

Of course, the plan is perfect. The Tremmel army is all set right.

Oh dear, this isn't going to be good.

Oh, I'm sorry, you loser.

Oh, I'm sorry. Looks like someone else stole the glory today.

Ohh no.

Ohh no.

Ohh yeah, you're lucky I don't have you beheaded.

Ohh yes.

Ohh yes.

Ohh, it's about time.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Out of the way buffoon and remove that ridiculous tomato tomato.

Out of the way.

Pennies from heaven.

Pick me.

Put me down on hand me.

Put me down, let go of ooh ooh. That tickles. I mean, unhand me. Ohh.

Ready.

Son of a very well then, forget the pig. The winner will receive my Magic scepter. Any questions?

Son of a.

Soon everyone on this wretched planet will be my zombie slaves. Then, and only then, every can of cheese will be mine.

Take me or die.

Take that.

Take that.

That hurt.

That hurt.

That's it, that's it. Just bide your time.

That's it, that's it. Just bide your time. They'll all be sorry.

That's it. Go ahead and push the button now.

The hunted has become the hunter.

The Installatron is almost ready.

There is no pig. If you win, you just get the center. Any other questions?

These five chunks will do nicely, no thanks to my underachieving comrade here. My encephalic Tron will be up and running in no time.

They.

To the victor go the spoils.

Try scouring your front door, you incompetent meat brain.

We'll see how you fare against your soon to be slayed companions. With their help, those last two meteor chunks and the rest of this ugly planet will be mine.

Well, at least I'm OK.

Well, I did cheat.

Well, I should be a dramatic improvement over this average bumper crop of rural no nothings and drunken fly fishermen.

Well, let me talk to the fools. Ah, we'll discuss this later. I must go. My fans await.

Well, this one seems a little less incompetent than the rest of them.

Well.

What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

What me cheat?

Who are you in?

Who's your daddy?

Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?

Whoa, that tickles. I mean.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Why should the race be only for the swift?

With the heading in the Harding.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Yeah, baby.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yee Haw.

Yep.

Yes, this'll do.

Yes, you the one eating the paste.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

You dare hit me?

You look like a freaking salad bar.

You may have beaten my little slaves to the rock, but they seem to have bought me enough time to get it myself.

You pay for that.

You, you disagreeable squirrel. What are you talking about, man?

You. You. You. You.

You're lucky I don't have you neutered.

You're lucky I don't have you spayed.

Your physicians are sounds serious, frankoff 9.

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