“I hope that didn’t hurt too much. Think of me like a safety net. I took the liberty of uploading your DNA to a New-U station here on Pandora. Not everyone on the planet can afford this luxury, so be aware this will cost you money every time you die.”
“I’m told there’s a new bandit in town. If you’re hearing this, kiddo, please don’t die right away. I’ve always wanted to duel a Vault Hunter.”
“This is the sheriff. Rumors that Lynchwood that might become as…‘civilized’ as Opportunity are not to be believed. Let Jack have his ivory towers, I came to Pandora for action.”
“Sheriff here. Reminding you once again to invite all your bandit friends to Lynchwood, really. It’ll be a lot easier to take care of you all if you’re in the same place.”
“I’ve heard rumblings of an Eridian homeworld. Once the corporations get word, they’re gonna descend on that planet. And when they’re done, there won’t just be no meat on the bone, the bone will be pulverized. Ain’t no more voracious beast in this galaxy than a corporation.”
“Hyperion scum. / Trying to catch a monster. / Oh, the irony.”
“So, the Destroyer is gone. One creature I will never hunt. What sorrow.”
“I’d like to remind you folks not to cut down anyone hanging from my gallows. They’re there as a warning to the rest of ya, and…well, as entertainment. So the next time you see someone gaspin’ for air from a coil of rope, you just let ‘em swing in the breeze.”
