It's a shamethere's notmuchreasontoexploreinthegameotherthanlike, Oh, herewegoAndtogointo a badterritory, ofcourse, becausetheexploretheworldiscoollooking, butThere's kindofnothinginit.
Everytime I gosomewhere, it's justlike, yeah, you'reYou'reherenow, I guess I wishtherewas a reasonformetoletgooffthebeatenpathandgosomewhereotherthanjustpackages.
I needtogetmygrenadesready.
Okay.
There's onerightthere.
That's fine.
Uh, didhegoaway?
No.
Yeah.
Blood.
That's anamazingwherewecouldhave a videogamethatletsyouthrowyourbloodshitandpissofthings.
Whatdoyougivingme?
Whatisthis?
Pickup?
I don't thinkthatwasthat.
NoCairoChristmas.
I'm notmaking a thingontheground.
Thatdoesnot.
Okay, fine.
Inherefornow.
It's like a rundownmall.
I shouldn't wasteitonthatguy.
Canyoupickup?
Thankyou.
Wheream I going?
Getmytoolbox.
There.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Thingsaregonnagetveryhairyherein a second.
If I'm notcareful.
Eatmyblood.
Youfindplayer.
Oh, God.
What's happening?
We'regoing.
Oh, they'reveryclose.
Okay, that's better.
That's better.
That's better.
Allright, Bebe, youbetternotfreakout.
Butenough.
Thatpeoplebringbabiesonplanes.
Muchofbringing a babyinto a warzone.
What's wrongwithyou, Norman?
See, thisiswhereaway.
I couldjustdothis.
Okay.
Howabout I don't complainabout a thinginthegamethat I actuallyhavefullcontroloverandconvicts, I needtogetridofyou.