Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.
Kick the tires, light the fires.
When it all goes quiet behind my eyes.
And it got me all fired up, to go far away.
Are you sure that we are awake? It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.
Only this time let go of your conscious self and act on instinct.
Fire for effect.
If he's an angel, he's sure a murderin' angel.
I fight for the user.
Too close for missles, switching to guns.
We're on a mission from God.
There's a sort of evil out there.
I'll turn to a friend, someone that understands, sticks to the masterplan.
That's a negative Ghostrider, the pattern is full.
Operator! Get me the president of the world!
Fear is the mind-killer.
May the road rise up to meet you.
They would take their software out and race it in the black desert of the electronic night.
A quick little balefire.
Reactors online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal.
Pawn to E4.
No one listens to Turtle.
And there aren't any more guns in the valley.
Get there firstest with the mostest.
Knock on the sky, listen for the sound.
And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.
Son of a bitch, I'm sick of these dolphins.