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Oh, shit!
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Mick, my leg is stuck.
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Mick!
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Status of weapons?
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Turret three is down.
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We got one round of high-explosive back-aft in turret three.
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Tell them to have it ready when we get there.
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I got this.
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Beast, update.
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I need that round. We need to bring it to turret two.
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Sir? Turret two is 500 feet away.
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This round is over a thousand pounds!