Yes, of course. A little bit of this could turn a city inside out.
Who would have thought, yes? That the lowly terrorists would receive a helping hand from the venerable commissioner of the FBC.
Morgan, you intended for the virus to break out on our ship? Well, we’ve certainly been had.
The boldness of your self-absorbed ambitions is impressive. I’m always disgusted by what you Americans can dream up.
We knew that you could end up being a liability, so we’ve kept video records of all of our interactions. If they go public, your life is finished.
We are Veltro, vengeful messengers from the depths of the Inferno.
This is the T-Abyss virus, and we are equipped to infect one fifth of the earth's waters.
The Queen Dido is already deep below the sea. There’s no escape, no chance of survival. Unless… Ah, Veltro. In honor of thy name, we accept our wrongdoing, and transmute our flesh in remembrance of our sins. But for you, Morgan, never shall there be rise. We rise from the dead, our spirit a callous and immutable force. All of our interactions are right in here. We shall become guardians of the truth, for as many years as it may take.
Each one shall find again his dismal tomb, Shall reassume his flesh and his own figure, Shall hear what through eternity re-echoes.
Vengeance of God, O how much oughtest thou. By each one to be dreaded, who doth read. That which was manifest unto mine eyes!
Papé Satàn, papé Satàn aleppe
Morgan! Morgan Lansdale, how dare you cross Veltro! Morgan, this is what you seek, is it not? Indeed, this little machine contains the truth, all the truth needed to bring down your entire charade.
Stop! Morgan, behold the terror which you have unleashed!
Done, everything finished… Finally, I can die… I can die… (As Ultimate Abyss)