Jason X

Janessa: What the hell is that? Lowe: My god, he's a monster. Can anyone tell me what's on his face? Janessa: Some kind of 20th century carbon filtration unit? Tsunaron: It's a hockey mask. Lowe: Very good, Tsun. Janessa: What's a hockey mask? KAY-EM 14: Facial armor used in a sport outlawed in 2024. Lowe: Amazing. Absolute museum quality. We are looking at the find of the century, here.

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KAY-EM 14: So do you like them? Tsunaron: Sure, they're great. I wasn't sure that the polystyrine would bind properly with your outer... Tsunaron': Oh, geez. Looks like I'll have to double the glucomazine. KAY-EM 14: If they were fixed, would that make you happy. Tsunaron: Yeah, sure. KAY-EM 14: Maybe then you would want to have sex with me? Tsunaron: Er...well, you're not really programmed for that kind of stuff, Kay-Em. It might fry your emotional cortex. KAY-EM 14: You are afraid I would malfunction? Tsunaron: If past history holds true, you'll end up as psycho and batty as every other girl I've gone to bed with. I would never want to do that to you. KAY-EM 14: I wouldn't mind. Tsunaron: Look, Kay-Em. Let's not complicate things. I like our relationship just the way it is.

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Hey, you're lucky you weren't alive during the Microsoft conflict. Hell, we were beating each other with our own severed limbs.

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[to Jason] Afraid I'm gonna have to hurt you now.

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I AM real.

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It's gonna take more than a poke in the ribs to put down this old dog. [Jason stabs him through the chest again] Yeah, that oughta do it here.

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