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| Attack (Large)
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| Cannot Perform Action
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Won't do.
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Ain't right.
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Will not.
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No.
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Think again.
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| Knocked (Enter)
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| Knocked (Idle)
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The dark is closin' in!
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Ouch, I'm fadin' fast!
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Anyone got a salve or tonic for me?
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I think I may need to see a doc.
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Anyone seen a sawbones around?
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I need a hand over this way.
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| Knocked (Exit)
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I thought they'd punched my ticket.
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Whoa, was I mauled there or... or what?
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That was right kind of you.
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Back to it! They ain't gonna lay down on their own!
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I won't forget this kindness.
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| Defend Fort
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Set 'em to rights.
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| Defend Outpost
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Show 'em what for!
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| Died
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| Lefty and Righty
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Let's clear the cylinder
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Count 'em out!
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Six-by-six and lay 'em out!
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Bang, bang, baby!
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Twice the gun, twice the fun!
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| Enter Build Mode
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Time to mend fences.
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Let's drop foundation.
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Build 'em up to knock 'em down.
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Let's stand 'em up.
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Time to work the nails.
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| Found Ammo
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Ammo! Much obliged.
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Aw, you shouldn't have.
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Just my size.
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Some more coffin nails.
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Puts me in a mind to start a-shootin'
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| Found Weapon
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Aw, you remind me of good ol' Betsy. What a flintlock.
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Well aren't you just the belle of the ball?
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This does incline me to some violence.
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Let's find us a varmint and break you in.
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I think I found a me new partner for this dance.
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| Hold Line
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Fight 'em off!
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Make 'em pay!
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| Killed Enemy
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I'm gonna assume he was armed and move on.
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My friend Jack says a fair fight means you didn't prepare right.
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I think that ends that.
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And you can keep the bullet.
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That one's fit to be tied.
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Measure out the pine box for another one.
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| Killed Enemy (Critical)
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Hah! Got em!
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Buried that bullet.
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Nice shootin'!
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Hoo-wee! Nice shootin'!
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Hit the trail.
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Don't worry, I'll send along some friends.
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| Last Clip
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Almost out of bullets.
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Anyone seen some spare shots?
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Case me another round or two.
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Can't win a gunfight without bullets.
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Need more ammo over here.
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| Launched
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| Low Health
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Oooh, I'm hit.
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They got a lucky smack or two in.
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I think that one bit me!
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Oh, I'm gonna need to lie down soon.
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Not lookin' good for me...
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| Out of Ammo
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Someone give me some more arguments.
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I need some bullets.
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Can't fight without bullets.
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Anyone got some ammo for me?
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| Out of Stamina
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This dog won't hunt.
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Nope, drag me to the trough first.
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I'm just dog-tired.
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My spurs are slippin'.
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I need to rest my boots.
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| Pain (Small)
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| Pain (Large)
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| Replenished Health
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Just the snakeoil I needed.
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Not sure what was in that shot, but I like it.
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That'll put the shine on your boots!
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I figure that did me up right.
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That put me directly in order!
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| Spotted Flinger
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That big guy's just flinging like anything!
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That's one big varmint out there.
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I don't like the looks of that flinger.
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Watch your hats!
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I got some bullets to answer that flinger.
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That thing's rainin' husks all over!
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| Spotted Husk
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Finally, somethin' to shoot.
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Hit the trail, creep.
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Git along now, demon doggies.
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I see you, creeper. Make your move.
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Time to make Blackboot proud.
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Let's rattle some bones.
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| Spotted Rift Opening
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Watch that rift!
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Someone done tore reality.
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Well look at that. A rift.
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| Spotted Smasher
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Saddle up, boys, we got a smasher.
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Well, ain't that a tall drink of water!
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He's big, and I don't think I like him!
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Well I'll be... a smasher!
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Spotted a smasher!
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Smasher, let's get trouncing.
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| Spotted Taker
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Ain't you a levitatin' birdie?
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Huh, I don't much like the look of that one.
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Look at that one, just floatin' along!
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They call those sorts "Takers."
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I seen a taker or two in my time!
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| Spotted Troll
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Keep yer muck-forks to yerself, troll!
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A troll! Here?!
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| Taunt
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I'm gonna settle your hash.
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Draw if you got the guts.
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I'm lookin' at you, and all I'm seein' is yellow.
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| Throw
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| Windup
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