Letting other people do all the work for you would take all the difficulty out of space travel though.

Fuck waiting, that would be too easy.

well I could always kick start it, people turn into complete chumps for kickstarters

Letting other people do all the work for you would take all the difficulty out of space travel though.

Go set up a 5 star restaurant on the moon.

I would have to wait until large scale space travel is viable (likely in a few decades, ferry the pieces I need to set up the restaurant to the moon, done

Fuck waiting, that would be too easy.

well I could always kick start it, people turn into complete chumps for kickstarters

Letting other people do all the work for you would take all the difficulty out of space travel though.

here's a hint, money is power

Go conquer England.

I don't even need a standing army to conquer England I would tell you how but it would be over the character limit

Go set up a 5 star restaurant on the moon.

I would have to wait until large scale space travel is viable (likely in a few decades, ferry the pieces I need to set up the restaurant to the moon, done

Fuck waiting, that would be too easy.

well I could always kick start it, people turn into complete chumps for kickstarters

Letting other people do all the work for you would take all the difficulty out of space travel though.

here's a hint, money is power

Needs more SL1 Calamity ring playthroughs.

Unblockable =/= Undodgable :)

That would be totally nearly fucking impossible though.

not even that could suit my tastes

Go conquer England.

I don't even need a standing army to conquer England I would tell you how but it would be over the character limit

Go set up a 5 star restaurant on the moon.

I would have to wait until large scale space travel is viable (likely in a few decades, ferry the pieces I need to set up the restaurant to the moon, done

Fuck waiting, that would be too easy.

well I could always kick start it, people turn into complete chumps for kickstarters

Letting other people do all the work for you would take all the difficulty out of space travel though.

here's a hint, money is power

well shit

(Muggys ending slide) Muggy continued to collect coffee cups until his wheel got a flat just out of reach of a dirty coffee cup, and his tiny robotic brain exploded.

White Bird: Here, take. Gift, to remind you of visions. Use well. Or sell to curio trader. Either way, says much about you.

Courier: Do you record everything that's said around you?
ED-E: <Sly beeping>
Courier: Really? Well, I'd better be careful what I say to you, huh?
ED-E: <Reassuring beeping.>
Courier: No, ED-E, I don't want to hear your recordings of "human mating calls." That's just...wrong.
ED-E: <Coy beeping.>

Courier: Can you heal my radiation?
Straus: Are you sure? You won't be able to read in the dark as well.
Courier: On second thought, I'll tough it out.
Straus: Can you hold still then? I wanna make some toast.

Toaster: Hey! I got a super rare, uh...Mojave snowglobe! All you have to do is stick your hand in my bread slot...

The Courier: I love you and your little hat.
Cass: Aww, ain't that sweet.

O'Hanrahan:"As the oldest one it was my duty to go into the Army so's we could eat, and so's my sisters wouldn't get killed by raiders, and Jesus would love us."

Dr. Klein: AND...ARE THOSE PENISES I SEE WRIGGLING ON ITS FEET?
After the Courier holds a hand up: NOW IT'S HOLDING UP AN ARRAY OF FULLY ERECT HAND-PENISES. IF IT TRIES TO INSERT THEM INTO ANYTHING, ACTIVATE VIVISECTORS.
After the Courier gives him the finger (failed speech check): GREAT. THE PENIS ON ITS HAND IS GETTING AN ERECTION.

Courier: [Cherchez La Femme/Confirmed Bachelor] Come on, you're my brain and I'm your body. This is meant to be, baby!
Your Brain: Are you... Are you coming on to me?! Sweet lord, I don't even have the words for how repugnantly wrong that is!

Toaster: A toaster is just a death ray with a smaller power supply! As soon as I figure out how to tap into the main reactors, I will burn the world!

Courier:This crater looks like it's been tag-teamed by two giant fuckbots.

Muggy:While you were out, I spent six hours trying to reach a coffee cup on a shelf. When I finally got it down, I was so happy, I cried. I hate my life.

(Muggys ending slide) Muggy continued to collect coffee cups until his wheel got a flat just out of reach of a dirty coffee cup, and his tiny robotic brain exploded.

White Bird: Here, take. Gift, to remind you of visions. Use well. Or sell to curio trader. Either way, says much about you.

Courier: Do you record everything that's said around you?
ED-E: <Sly beeping>
Courier: Really? Well, I'd better be careful what I say to you, huh?
ED-E: <Reassuring beeping.>
Courier: No, ED-E, I don't want to hear your recordings of "human mating calls." That's just...wrong.
ED-E: <Coy beeping.>

Courier: Can you heal my radiation?
Straus: Are you sure? You won't be able to read in the dark as well.
Courier: On second thought, I'll tough it out.
Straus: Can you hold still then? I wanna make some toast.

Toaster: Hey! I got a super rare, uh...Mojave snowglobe! All you have to do is stick your hand in my bread slot...

The Courier: I love you and your little hat.
Cass: Aww, ain't that sweet.

O'Hanrahan:"As the oldest one it was my duty to go into the Army so's we could eat, and so's my sisters wouldn't get killed by raiders, and Jesus would love us."

Courier: You sell plants?
Dr. Usanagi: Um, no. I sell implants. They're tiny little machines I can put inside you that can make you stronger, faster, or smarter. I recommend the smarter one.

Courier: How are you so familiar with energy weapons?
Arcade: Stop thinking so much. Thanks.

No-Bark: Work of the chupacabra, the livestock vampire, says No-Bark, but they don't pay no mind. Too many holes, they say, and there's bullets in them. Well, says No-Bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon on our hands. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.

Raul: HEY! I'm one of you! Don't eat me! EAT THE SMOOTHSKIN! ...Er. Sorry, Boss.

Dr. Klein: AND...ARE THOSE PENISES I SEE WRIGGLING ON ITS FEET?
After the Courier holds a hand up: NOW IT'S HOLDING UP AN ARRAY OF FULLY ERECT HAND-PENISES. IF IT TRIES TO INSERT THEM INTO ANYTHING, ACTIVATE VIVISECTORS.
After the Courier gives him the finger (failed speech check): GREAT. THE PENIS ON ITS HAND IS GETTING AN ERECTION.

Courier: [Cherchez La Femme/Confirmed Bachelor] Come on, you're my brain and I'm your body. This is meant to be, baby!
Your Brain: Are you... Are you coming on to me?! Sweet lord, I don't even have the words for how repugnantly wrong that is!

Toaster: A toaster is just a death ray with a smaller power supply! As soon as I figure out how to tap into the main reactors, I will burn the world!

Courier:This crater looks like it's been tag-teamed by two giant fuckbots.

Muggy:While you were out, I spent six hours trying to reach a coffee cup on a shelf. When I finally got it down, I was so happy, I cried. I hate my life.

(Muggys ending slide) Muggy continued to collect coffee cups until his wheel got a flat just out of reach of a dirty coffee cup, and his tiny robotic brain exploded.

White Bird: Here, take. Gift, to remind you of visions. Use well. Or sell to curio trader. Either way, says much about you.

Courier: Do you record everything that's said around you?
ED-E: <Sly beeping>
Courier: Really? Well, I'd better be careful what I say to you, huh?
ED-E: <Reassuring beeping.>
Courier: No, ED-E, I don't want to hear your recordings of "human mating calls." That's just...wrong.
ED-E: <Coy beeping.>

Courier: Can you heal my radiation?
Straus: Are you sure? You won't be able to read in the dark as well.
Courier: On second thought, I'll tough it out.
Straus: Can you hold still then? I wanna make some toast.

Toaster: Hey! I got a super rare, uh...Mojave snowglobe! All you have to do is stick your hand in my bread slot...

The Courier: I love you and your little hat.
Cass: Aww, ain't that sweet.

O'Hanrahan:"As the oldest one it was my duty to go into the Army so's we could eat, and so's my sisters wouldn't get killed by raiders, and Jesus would love us."

Courier: I tried human flesh once. Mmm mmm good. Tell me all your secrets?

Courier: (paraphrase) Oh come on, he's just a convicted criminal. How bad could he be?

Courier: But where do you get protein from? Oh my god, you're all cannibals!

Courier: Raise your price or... or, uh... you're "chip outta luck."
Mr. House: ...Was that an attempt at humor?!

Jack: What do you mean helpful? My stuff already makes people feel groodalicious.
Courier: If by groodalicious you mean dead! Think of the children, man, the children!
Jack: I don't know what you've been smoking, but where can I get some?

Courier: Just stick your finger down your throat, that'll clean you out in no time!

Courier: Boy, I... sure would like some drugs. Do you know where I could buy some drugs?

Courier: But the girl is sick. With classic symptoms of uh...Vagina Dentata?
Canyon Runner: I think my Latin is better than yours. I inspect all of the captives myself, and there was no "Dentata."

Courier: But I have all these... fine caps. Look at how shiny they are!
Daniel: I'm sure your caps are fine, but we just don't have the supplies

Courier: You sell plants?
Dr. Usanagi: Um, no. I sell implants. They're tiny little machines I can put inside you that can make you stronger, faster, or smarter. I recommend the smarter one.

Courier: How are you so familiar with energy weapons?
Arcade: Stop thinking so much. Thanks.

No-Bark: Work of the chupacabra, the livestock vampire, says No-Bark, but they don't pay no mind. Too many holes, they say, and there's bullets in them. Well, says No-Bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon on our hands. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.

Raul: HEY! I'm one of you! Don't eat me! EAT THE SMOOTHSKIN! ...Er. Sorry, Boss.

Dr. Klein: AND...ARE THOSE PENISES I SEE WRIGGLING ON ITS FEET?
After the Courier holds a hand up: NOW IT'S HOLDING UP AN ARRAY OF FULLY ERECT HAND-PENISES. IF IT TRIES TO INSERT THEM INTO ANYTHING, ACTIVATE VIVISECTORS.
After the Courier gives him the finger (failed speech check): GREAT. THE PENIS ON ITS HAND IS GETTING AN ERECTION.

Courier: [Cherchez La Femme/Confirmed Bachelor] Come on, you're my brain and I'm your body. This is meant to be, baby!
Your Brain: Are you... Are you coming on to me?! Sweet lord, I don't even have the words for how repugnantly wrong that is!

Toaster: A toaster is just a death ray with a smaller power supply! As soon as I figure out how to tap into the main reactors, I will burn the world!

Courier:This crater looks like it's been tag-teamed by two giant fuckbots.

Muggy:While you were out, I spent six hours trying to reach a coffee cup on a shelf. When I finally got it down, I was so happy, I cried. I hate my life.

(Muggys ending slide) Muggy continued to collect coffee cups until his wheel got a flat just out of reach of a dirty coffee cup, and his tiny robotic brain exploded.

White Bird: Here, take. Gift, to remind you of visions. Use well. Or sell to curio trader. Either way, says much about you.

Courier: Do you record everything that's said around you?
ED-E: <Sly beeping>
Courier: Really? Well, I'd better be careful what I say to you, huh?
ED-E: <Reassuring beeping.>
Courier: No, ED-E, I don't want to hear your recordings of "human mating calls." That's just...wrong.
ED-E: <Coy beeping.>

Courier: Can you heal my radiation?
Straus: Are you sure? You won't be able to read in the dark as well.
Courier: On second thought, I'll tough it out.
Straus: Can you hold still then? I wanna make some toast.

Toaster: Hey! I got a super rare, uh...Mojave snowglobe! All you have to do is stick your hand in my bread slot...

The Courier: I love you and your little hat.
Cass: Aww, ain't that sweet.

O'Hanrahan:"As the oldest one it was my duty to go into the Army so's we could eat, and so's my sisters wouldn't get killed by raiders, and Jesus would love us."

Did I just caused a shitstorm without knowing it?

yes, yes you did

I just leave for 5 hours and I miss this.