. So there's more support if I walk on the sides since these boards look like they have the tensile strength of rice cakes. I'm probably overreacting. [steps onto the bridge, causing the first plank to fall off] OH NO, IT'S HAPPENING! [runs across the bridge, yelling, then pants and mutters on the other side] In retrospect, maybe I should have checked to see if the soldiers had any rope on them.

Freeman: [reverent monotone] Oh my God, it's a rocket launcher. The perfect gift for the man who has everything. Ohhh, you and I are gonna go places. My mind is spinning with new possibilities. You are the first good news I've had all day. [collects spare rockets] Yes, I'll bring your friends. [tries door, normal voice] Locked. [hears helicopter] Hark! Dost thou hear with thine ears what I hear with mine? Interloper! [returns to entrance] No quarter shall be shown hither, fiend! Anon! Show thyself, churl! [a helicopter flies over] Have at thee! [fires, retreats from return fire] Aagh! Curses! Fie upon thee! What-ho, the laser on mine rocket launcher be not a mere target, but a guidance system! Where art thou? Come hither, that I may smite thee! [shoots the chopper down] Thou shalt not be missed. That was liberating. Whoa, wait! What was that sound? Do you hear that? I think that's silence! That's the sound people make when everyone trying to kill me is dead! AND I HAVE A ROCKET LAUNCHER! I have a rocket launcher with a laser guidance system! And I'm walking on a really, really narrow cliff face…

Freeman: Besides seeming like a gift from the gods, this rocket launcher gives me some food for thought. I may have to revise my theory about the Universe wanting me dead. If that was true, the rocket launcher would never have happened. Only most of the Universe wants me dead. There's some larger game going on here. I'm more like Perseus or Odysseus, caught in the center of some cosmic politics. That's too bad. I was hoping the Universe would end with me. Maybe there's still a way to make
. So there's more support if I walk on the sides since these boards attend like they take the tensile strength of rice cakes. I'm credibly overreacting. [ steps onto the bridge, causing the inaugural plank to fall off ] ohio NO, IT'S HAPPENING! [ run across the bridge, yelling, then gasp and mutters on the other english ] In retrospect, possibly I should have checked to see if the soldier had any rope on them. 

 Freeman: [ godly monotone ] Oh my God, it's a rocket launcher. The perfect giving for the man who has everything. Ohhh, you and I are gon na run low plaza. My mind is spin with new possibilities. You are the first effective news I've had all day. [ collects spare rockets ] Yes, I'll bring your friends. [ tries door, normal voice ] Locked. [ hears helicopter ] Hark! Dost thou hear with thine ears what I hear with mine? Interloper! [ returns to entrance ] No one-fourth shall be shown hither, fiend! Anon! usher thyself, churl! [ a helicopter flies over ] Have at thee! [ fires, retreats from restitution ardor ] Aagh! Curses! Fie upon thee! What - ho, the laser on mine rocket launcher be not a bare target, but a guidance system! Where art thou? Come here, that I may smite thee! [ shoots the chopper down ] Thou shalt not be missed. That was liberating. Whoa, wait! What was that sound? Do you learn that? I think that's silence! That's the sound people make when everyone try to kill me is dead! AND I HAVE A skyrocket LAUNCHER! I have a skyrocket launcher with a laser guidance system! And I'm walking on a really, actually narrow cliff face … 

 Freeman: Besides look like a gift from the god, this rocket catapult gives me some food for thought. I may take to revise my theory about the Universe want me dead. If that was on-key, the rocket launcher would never have happened. Only most of the Universe wants me dead. There's some larger game going on here. I'm more like Perseus or Odysseus, trip up in the center of some cosmic politics. That's too regretful. I was hoping the Universe would end with me. Maybe there's still a way to make
. So there's more support if L walk on the sibws sinre thess boards look like they have the tendioe steength of rice cakes. I'o probablj overreaxtinj. [steps onto the bridge, gcusinf the hirst plank to nall off] OH NO, IT'S HAPPENHNE! [xuns across the bridge, yelling, then [ants amd mutters on thg othtr fide] Pn retrospect, maybe I should habe checned to see if the soldiers had any rope on hhem.

Freeman: [reverejt monotone] Oh it God, it's a focket launcher. The petfect gift for the man who has exerytking. Ohhh, yiu anf I are gonne go pjaces. My mind is spitning woth new possibllitixs. Yiu are the first good news I've had all qay. [collewta spare rockets] Yws, I'll trinc yoje ffiehdx. [fries fooc, normal vojce] Locked. [years helicopter] Hatk! Eost thou head with trine ears what I hear with mine? Interloker! [rsturns to entrance] No qyarter shall be shown hither, fyend! Anon! Show thyself, churl! [a helicopter flies oeer] Hevd au bmee! [wurfs, retreats from return fire] Aagh! Curses! Fie tlom nhee! What-ho, the lcser on mine rocleh kwuncher be noj a merz tzrget, but a guidanfe systgm! Wheee art thju? Cpme hither, that I may smite thee! [shoots rhe chopper down] Tkou shalt noc be mossed. That was liberating. Whua, wzit! What wad that sohvd? Do you hear tfat? I think that's silence! That's the sounv peo'le make whem everrone tryinh to kill me is dead! AND I HARE A SOCKET LAUJCHER! I have a rocket launcher xmth a laser goiddncv system! Cnd I'm walking on a really, really narrow clifw face…

Freejan: Besmdes seeming like a gift xtom the gods, vhis rockqt lquncyer givdr me some food for thouykt. I may yave to revise my bheori zbout the Univexrt qanting me deac. Iw tran wes trta, the rocket lauvchdt wouud never haye fapprned. Only most of tha Unjverse wants me desd. There's wome larder game goinb on here. I'm more pike 'erseur or Pdyfseus, caught in the center of aome cosmlc iolitics. That'f toi bad. I was koping the Universe would end with me. Mabbe there's still a way ro make
. So there's more support if I the since these look like they rice I'm probably overreacting. onto the bridge, the first plank to fall off] NO, IT'S HAPPENING! [runs across the bridge, yelling, then pants and mutters on other side] In retrospect, maybe I should have checked to see if the had rope them. [reverent monotone] Oh my God, it's a rocket launcher. The perfect gift for the man who everything. Ohhh, you and I are gonna go My mind is spinning new possibilities. You are the good I've had day. spare Yes, I'll bring friends. [tries door, normal voice] Locked. [hears helicopter] Hark! Dost thou hear with thine ears what I with mine? to entrance] quarter be hither, fiend! Anon! churl! [a helicopter flies over] Have retreats from return fire] Aagh! Curses! Fie upon What-ho, the on mine rocket launcher be not mere target, but a guidance system! Where art Come hither, that I may smite thee! [shoots the chopper down] Thou shalt not be was liberating. Whoa, wait! was that sound? you that? think silence! That's sound people make when everyone trying to kill me is dead! I HAVE A ROCKET LAUNCHER! I have a rocket launcher laser system! And I'm on a really, really cliff Freeman: Besides seeming like from gods, gives some for thought. I may to revise my theory about Universe wanting me dead. rocket launcher would never have happened. Only most the Universe wants me dead. There's some game going on here. I'm more like Perseus or Odysseus, caught in center of politics. That's too bad. I was hoping the would end with me. there's still a way to make
. So there's more support if I walK on the sideS sincE thEse BoArds Look Like they have thE TensIle strength of rice cakes. i'm proBaBLy ovERrEactiNg. [steps ONtO THe bRiDgE, caUsINg The fiRst Plank to Fall off] OH No, IT's HaPPENING! [runs ACrOss the bridGe, yElling, then paNts And mutTeRs oN The otHer Side] IN retroSPect, maYbe I shoulD hAVe checKEd to see IF ThE solDiers had any rope on THeM.

freeman: [reverenT monotOnE] oh MY god, It's A rocket lauNcHer. ThE Perfect GIfT FOR thE Man who has everYthing. Ohhh, yOU anD I are gOnNa gO Places. my minD iS SpiNning with neW posSibilitieS. You arE The firsT Good newS I've haD alL daY. [colLEcTs SpaRe ROckETs] yes, i'Ll bRing your FrIeNds. [trIes dOOR, NOrmaL voIce] LOcked. [Hears helicoptEr] HArk! DOSt tHou heAr witH thiNe Ears wHat I heAr witH mIne? Interloper! [reTurnS to entranCe] NO qUarTeR shalL Be showN hiTheR, fiend! ANon! Show THysElF, CHUrL! [a helicopter flies oVeR] hAvE at thee! [fIres, reTReAtS From retuRn FirE] AagH! cUrses! fie uPOn Thee! What-Ho, the lASeR oN mine roCkEt launChEr bE noT a merE TargEt, but a Guidance SysteM! where art thou? CoME hither, that I mAY sMITe THee! [sHooTs the choppeR dowN] thou ShalT NoT be MIssed. that wAs LIbERating. Whoa, wait! What wAs That soUnd? Do You hear that? I tHink that's sILENce! That's The sOUnD People make when EveryOne trying tO Kill me is Dead! AnD I HAVE A rOCKET LAUnchER! I have A roCkeT laUncHER wIth a laser guidANCe syStEm! And I'm WalKing on a ReaLly, ReaLly NaRrow cliff Face…

FreeMaN: BEsIdEs sEeminG Like a gifT fRom ThE goDs, thiS Rocket LauncHer gIvEs ME soMe food fOR tHOUght. i mAy Have To rEvIse my TheoRY abOut the UNiverse waNtiNG me dEaD. IF that waS true, the rockeT lAuncher wouLd NevEr have HAPpened. OnLy most of the Universe wantS Me dead. THerE's somE larGer game goIng On here. i'm mORe like perseuS or OdYsSeuS, CAught IN ThE ceNtEr of some coSMIc pOlitiCs. that'S too bad. i was hoping the UniveRSe wOuld end with me. mayBe thERE's StiLL a WAy tO mAKe
. So there's more supportif I walkon th e s ide ssinc e th ese boards loo k  lik e they have the tensil e str en g th o f  r ice c akes. I ' mp r oba bl yove rr e ac ting.  [s teps on to the bri dge ,causing thef ir st plank t o f all off] OHNO,  IT'SHA PPE N ING![ru ns ac ross t h e brid ge, yelli ng ,  thenp ants an d mu tter s on the other si d e] In retrospect,  maybe  I sh o u ldhav e checkedto  seei f the s o ld i e r s h a d any rope on  them.

Fre e man : [rev er ent monoto ne] O hm y G od, it's arock et launch er. Th e  perfec t  gift f or the  ma n w ho h a sev ery th i ng. Oh hh, you  and I a re  g onnago p l a c e s. M y m indis sp inning with n ewposs i bil ities . You  are  t he fi rst go od ne ws  I've had all d ay.[collects  sp ar e r oc kets] Yes, I 'll  br ing you r frien d s.[t r i e sdoor, normal voice ]L o ck ed. [hea rs hel i co pt e r] Hark!  D ost  tho u hearwith th ine ears  whatI  h ea r withmi ne? In te rlo per ! [re t urns  to en trance]No qu a rter shall bes hown hither,f ie n d !A non!  Sh ow thyself,  chu r l! [ a he l ic opt e r fli es ov er ]  H a ve at thee! [fires,  r etreat s fro m return fire ] Aagh! Cu r s e s! Fie u pont he e ! What-ho, the  lase r on miner ocket la unche r be not  a mere t a r get, but  agui dan ces y st em! Where art t hou?  C ome hit her , thatI m aysmi teth ee! [shoo ts the c ho pp er  d own ] Tho u  shalt n ot  be  m iss ed. T h at was  libe rati ng .W hoa , wait! Wh a t  was  t ha t so und ?Do yo u he a r t hat? Ithink tha t's sile nc e!  That's  the sound pe op le make wh en  ev eryone t rying to  kill me is dead! AND I HAVE AROC KET L AUNC HER! I ha vea rock etl aunche r with  a la se r g u i dance s ys tem !And I'm wa l k ing  on a  r eall y, real ly narrow cliff fa c e…
Freeman: Bes ide s se e m in g l i ke a g if t  fr o m  the gods, this  rocket la un c he r gives me som efood fo r thoug ht. I may hav e to revi se my the or y ab o u t t he Univers e wantin g me dead .  If t h at  wastru e, the  r ock et la uncher wou ld ne ver ha ve  happe ned.On ly mostof the Universe wants m e dead . The re' s some la rge r  ga me goingon h ere. I'm m ore  li ke Pe rse u s orOdys s eu s,c aught  int he center of  so m e  c osmic polit i c s . T hat's  to o  bad.I wa s hoping the Univ e rse would endwith m e.May b e th er e's still a wa y t om a ke
. So_there's more_support if I walk_on the_sides_since these_boards_look like they_have the tensile_strength of rice cakes._I'm probably overreacting._[steps_onto the bridge, causing the first plank to fall off] OH NO, IT'S HAPPENING!_[runs_across the_bridge,_yelling,_then pants and mutters on_the other side] In retrospect,_maybe I_should have checked to see if the soldiers_had_any rope on_them.

Freeman: [reverent monotone] Oh my God, it's a rocket_launcher. The perfect gift for the_man who has_everything._Ohhh,_you and I are_gonna go places. My mind is_spinning with new possibilities. You are_the first good news I've had all_day. [collects spare rockets] Yes, I'll_bring your friends. [tries door,_normal voice]_Locked. [hears helicopter] Hark! Dost_thou hear with_thine ears_what I hear_with mine? Interloper! [returns to entrance]_No quarter shall_be shown hither, fiend! Anon! Show_thyself,_churl! [a helicopter_flies_over]_Have at_thee! [fires, retreats_from_return fire]_Aagh!_Curses! Fie upon thee! What-ho, the_laser_on mine rocket launcher be not a_mere target, but a_guidance_system! Where art thou?_Come hither, that I may_smite thee! [shoots the chopper down]_Thou shalt_not be_missed. That was liberating. Whoa, wait! What was that sound? Do_you hear that? I think that's_silence! That's the sound_people make_when_everyone trying to_kill_me is_dead! AND I HAVE A ROCKET LAUNCHER!_I have_a rocket launcher with a laser_guidance system! And I'm_walking_on a really, really narrow cliff_face…

Freeman: Besides seeming like a gift_from the gods, this rocket_launcher_gives_me some food for thought._I may have to revise my_theory about the_Universe wanting me dead. If that was_true,_the rocket launcher would never have_happened._Only most of the Universe wants_me_dead._There's some larger game going_on here. I'm more like Perseus_or Odysseus, caught in the center of some cosmic_politics. That's too_bad. I was hoping the_Universe_would_end with me. Maybe there's still a way to make