Data/Conversation/DrKronenberg.diff.txt

[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: Who are you? Why have you <em>murdered my patients</em>?!
[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: Who are you? Why have you shot the clinic guards and <em>murdered my patients</em>?!
[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: Now what do you want? Haven't you caused enough trouble by <em>murdering my patients</em>?!
[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: What now?
		Larry: Hi, Doc! I'm here for more of your sweet, sweet treatment.
		Larry_Clean: I'm fine, Dr. Kronenberg, I swear! I'm clean! There is no need for any more treatment!
		DrKronenberg: Mr. Roachburn, I do not have time for you right now. Please see one of the nurses.
[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: I... have not made much progress. I need more samples. Do I need to go and gather them myself?!
		Larry: I'll do anything to help you, Doc! Come on. Where's the table? Strap me down and give me the electric blasts of your maternal love.
		Larry_Clean: But you told me we were making progress, Doctor. You told me that every time you flipped the switch!
		DrKronenberg: Mr. Roachburn, control yourself.
[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: Where are my samples? I don't have much time! AND STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE WITH YOUR SHOES!
		Larry: Yes, Doc, I'm ready! I'm taking them off right away, Doc! Please strap me down and unleash your electric love upon me!
		Larry_Clean: I'm taking them off right away! I'll be good, I swear. There is no need of any more electrical treatment!
		DrKronenberg: Thank you, Mr. Roachburn, that won't be necessary. Now LEAVE before I change my mind.
[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: It is... it is too late... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!
		MD: Um...
		Fox: Well...
		Ice: See, what had happened was...
	DrKronenberg: I DON'T NEED YOUR EXCUSES! I need a transfusion... Arrrgh, I can't... This is all your fault!
		Fidel: You sound like Fidel's own mamá!
		Livewire: I cannot help but point out that I am certainly not completely to blame here.
		Reaper: Time to reap the whirlwind, Doctor.
[Keyword: Greeting]
	DrKronenberg: You have the samples! Good. Now, the moment of truth. I should be able to extract a <em>serum</em> that kills all forms of the virus. With a little bit of luck, it may even work on me.
		MD: Um, I see the visual markers of progressing inflammation, as well as some increased salivation...
		Buns: I would advise you to be careful, as your illness has obviously progressed.
		DrQ: It may be too late for the Queen Bee to be saved, but there is still a chance for the hive to survive.
	DrKronenberg: YES! I can confirm it is working well on the cellular level, and a healthy immune response is observed... STEP ASIDE YOU MORONS!
		Fidel: You sound like Fidel's own mamá!
		Shadow: Gladly. I don't even want to be in the same room with you.
		Thor: I guess it's true what they say - doctors make the worst patients.
	DrKronenberg: What is... NO, NO, NO! The infection has spread too far! I... not enough... healthy tissue... Need more... ARGH!
[Keyword: Your “patients” are monsters]
	DrKronenberg: They are people in dire need of medical aid and I refuse to let them die without receiving it.
		Fauda: You give them medicine, but still they die? What is the point of this?
		MD: So it is okay when they die WITH medical aid?
		Thor: You almost make it sound as if YOU are the one receiving the aid.
	DrKronenberg: I am doing what I can... I am doing what I HAVE to do. At the very least, I am relieving their pain and not <em>shooting my patients</em>.
[Keyword: Your guards did shoot your patients]
	DrKronenberg: It is up to the hospital guards' discretion to stop an outbreak by any means necessary.
		Fidel: Fidel has means to stop all the outbreak!
		Len: So you're saying it is alright if your goons are doing the atrocities, ma'am?
		Gus: They call that plausible deniability, Dr. Woodworm.
		DrKronenberg: My name is Dr. Kronenberg.
		Gus: I'll make a note of it.
[Keyword: Not much medical aid]
		MD: The medical procedures I observed on my way here are in the best case, um, unsanitary.
		Blood: This place looks more like a butcher shop than a hospital!
		Thor: This place seems to do little to heal the body and even less to tend to the soul.
	DrKronenberg: And who are you to tell me how I am to handle my patients?! If they need to die for the sake of science, then they will die and no half-baked field nurse can tell me what to do with them!
		Buns: And I suppose the sloppy hospital management and filthy conditions here are supposed to prove your superior medical skills?
		Fox: The term is "combat medic"! I only dressed up as a field nurse that one time.
		Mouse: Excuse me! I am fully baked! No, wait, that came out wrong.
	DrKronenberg: And I can order YOU to be infected as well!
[Keyword: Doc Robert infected a village for you]
		Blood: Doc Robert was a real psychotic scuzzwad, but he's fish food now.
		MD: Doc Robert was doing nightmarish experiments with the Red Rabies virus. Did you know about that?
		Scope: Many people died at Chalet de la Paix because your coroner decided to play mad scientist.
	DrKronenberg: That moron. Yes, I did send him to the village, but that doesn't mean I am accountable for his mistakes. However, working on a cure for a disease of this scale is a complex process and collateral damage is inevitable.
		Shadow: The damage was not collateral. Those people were targeted.
		DrQ: I would not call the deliberate infecting of half a town's population "collateral damage"... Doctor.
		MD: Collateral damage? He was using those people like lab rats! They didn't even have a choice!
		DrKronenberg: As I said - I cannot be held responsible for his... carelessness.
[Keyword: People are dying in here]
	DrKronenberg: Of course they are dying here! People don't go to the beach to die, they come to the hospital!
		Fidel: Ah, Fidel see you have never been to Havana beach.
		MD: Um... That may be statistically true, but... It is not the actual reason why people go to the hospital.
		Grunty: Your logic is inescapable... but strangely, I am not comforted.
[Keyword: There is something wrong going on here]
	DrKronenberg: Yes, there is. A group of armed thugs appeared and started murdering my patients!
[Keyword: YOU are the one murdering your patients!]
	DrKronenberg: It is not murder when it is done in the name of science.
		Grunty: Why are you not laughing?
		DrKronenberg: What?!
		Grunty: You should be laughing maniacally when you say something like that. 
		Raven: Ah, I see, you're doing it for science! Did you promise them cake?
		Sidney: I hope you're making some sort of sick joke, Doctor. Murder is murder.
	DrKronenberg: The <em>Red Rabies</em> is no joke. It is virulent and deadly, and the hosts spread it through acts of brutal violence. I was so close to breaking its genome when I became <em>infected</em>...
		DrQ: The work consumed your soul, now it consumes your body.
		Mouse: Oh, gross! Nope. Uh-uh. I think I need to be going now.
		Scope: And I'll be taking just a step or two back now.
	DrKronenberg: I soon discovered that a blood transfusion from a newly infected host can temporarily halt the disease progression. In the interest of expediency, it was necessary to <em>infect volunteers</em> to insure a steady supply of recently exposed blood and tissue.
		Shadow: Somehow, I doubt these volunteers knew exactly what they were volunteering for.
		MD: This... This is too much. I think I'm going to be sick.
		Red: Are ye daft, woman?! You cannae play God with people like that.
	DrKronenberg: I am so close to discovering a <em>cure</em>! Who will be helped if I die before I complete my research?
[Keyword: You can’t go around infecting people!]
	DrKronenberg: Why? Hundreds have died already, but if I do not <em>finish my research</em> the disease will spread and it will claim the lives of millions more. It is simple math.
		Ivan: Правильно. Hundreds may die to save millions.
		Sidney: I hate to admit it, but she does have a point.
		DrQ: If this is their fate, then millions must die. It is not her choice to make.
		MD: This is not the only way to do medical research. As doctors, our job is to alleviate suffering, not make use of it.
		DrKronenberg: Ha! Tell that to the doctors of both World Wars. Nothing has contributed to medical science more than using human test subjects.
		Flay: Meh. The herd will be thinned. The strong will survive and the weak will perish. This is Nature.
		Vicki: That kind of math don't add up to nothing for me.
	DrKronenberg: I need to continue with my <em>experiments</em>, or the Red Rabies will kill me and my research will die with me.
	[Keyword: That is reasonable]
		DrKronenberg: I am pleased to see that someone can see reason. I will make sure my... condition remains stable, and I will continue with my experiments. However, some <em>help with my research</em> would be appreciated.
			MD: Wait, are we going to become accomplices to her hideous crimes?
			Sidney: It is regrettable, but it is for the greater good.
			Fox: This is horrible. I don't want to be part of this.
			Nails: Whoever is dumb enough to volunteer for her experiments deserves what they get. 
			Omryn: Ugh... This kind of talk make me lose appetite.
			Mouse: If it ends that icky rabies virus sooner, then it's probably the best thing to do... right?
	[Keyword: Out of the question]
		DrKronenberg: That means not only will I become just another victim of the disease, but there will be thousands and probably millions more soon after.
			Ivan: Так точно. We make mistake.
			MD: Then millions must die. The alternative is inhumane.
			Hitman: Not so sure we're making the right call here, Ace.
			Reaper: Death will always take who it will take. Our struggles against it are futile.
			Blood: I wonder if maybe the evil doctor lady might be right about this.
			DrQ: If we sacrifice our humanity to save humans, then we are nothing more than animals.
		DrKronenberg: Well... We still have a chance to avoid that fate if we act quickly. You must <em>help me with my research</em> with utmost haste before the disease... makes that impossible.
[Keyword: What do you need to finish your research?]
	DrKronenberg: I need <em>samples</em> of Red Rabies strains and mutations from all over the region. And I need them fast. I will give you a map and I can provide the necessary equipment.
		Blood: Do you need... Blood samples?
		DrKronenberg: Normally yes, but you are not my Type.
		Tex: I will wrangle those samples for you, Doc!
		Raven: Greaaaat. Virus hunting. This will be... not even remotely fun.
[Keyword: We will need medical supplies]
	DrKronenberg: Of course. Here, take these. Just make sure you put them to good use. We are in dire need of medications ourselves.
		Buns: Why, are you out of cyanide?
		DrKronenberg: I will not respond to that.
		Grunty: I am surprised. I was under the impression you were killing more patients than saving.
		DrKronenberg: I will not respond to that.
		Shadow: Must be tough to make room in the budget for new meds when you have to order so many body bags.
		DrKronenberg: I will not respond to that.
[Keyword: Time to die!]
	DrKronenberg: You! You made a mistake...
		Blood: No mistake, Miss.
		Fauda: Mistake? I have made many. This will not be one.
		MD: Do we really have to, um, just kill everyone we meet?
		Meltdown: Newsflash, Doc. All I do is make mistakes.
		Barry: I fear God's judgement. Yours, not so much.
		Scully: I was feeling bad about this, but now you just sound like every one of my ex-wives.
[Keyword: Die, murderer!]
	DrKronenberg: No! There is no one but me qualified enough to...
		Vicki: You gonna pay now for these things you been doing!
		Len: The graveyards are full of irreplaceable people.
		Nails: I've scraped shit off my boot I liked better than you.
[Keyword: Actually, you must die]
	DrKronenberg: You psychopaths!...
		Fidel: You sound like Fidel's own mamá!
		Mouse: That is SO not fair. A girl is allowed to change her mind. That doesn't make her crazy!
		Scope: It takes one to know one, love.
[Keyword: Goodbye]
	DrKronenberg: Get away from my lab and leave this place, or I'll call the guards!
[Keyword: Goodbye]
	DrKronenberg: Get out of here, you murderers! I can't stop you from invading my hospital, but at least leave my lab! I have important work to do here.
[Keyword: Goodbye]
	DrKronenberg: Leave! Leave!
[Keyword: Goodbye]
	DrKronenberg: The hospital is at your disposal, but please, stop killing my patients. 
		Grunty: Yes. Apparently, that is your job.
		Red: Now that'd be a real shame, wouldn't it missy.
		Wolf: Awww... And here I was thinking you didn't care about them.
	DrKronenberg: I need them alive as long as possible for... Well, you know why I need them.
[Keyword: Goodbye]
	DrKronenberg: Alright, hurry up and find me those samples. The clock is ticking.
		MD: We will do our best. 
		Tex: We promise to be back before high noon!
		Grizzly: We're on it, Doc. Just sit tight.
	DrKronenberg: In the meantime, the hospital is at your disposal. Please refrain from killing my patients.
		Scope: Same to you, love.
		Grunty: I encourage you to do the same, Frau Doctor.
		Mouse: We will if you will. Let's make a pinky promise!
[Keyword: Goodbye]
	DrKronenberg: Alright, back to work. You know where the door is.
		Larry: We sure do, Doc. Okay if we grab some Jell-O on the way out?
		Larry_Clean: Of course, Dr. Kronenberg. We'll be good, we promise. You look, um, lovely as always.
		DrKronenberg: Mr. Roachburn... Just leave.