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Medium

At least now he knows. You try to eat us, we leave a tööth in you.

Challenging

This is nothing, we wanted to take it. Do it again. Fäce this time.

Easy

Oh shit, he's got us reeling!

Medium

Woah, fuck! Bitch means business.

Medium

Cool. We just looked cool doing that.

Medium

Stabbed and still giving us örders. Hag.

Easy

Aha... fucked it? What did we say?

Medium

Fucking coward.

Medium

Lies! Gäng knows a narc when it sees one!

Medium

Woah, she wants us to do it with our bare hands. Hardcore mode.

Formidable

You clocked that old fool good! Probably still down, writhing hard.

Medium

He did that on purpose!

Medium

Neck brace is gäng.

Medium

Neck brace is gäng.

Medium

Sick of this shit. We're assassins. Tell her, make her show us some assassin-level respect.

Medium

What's one more? We can take them.

Easy

What's one more? We can take them.

Easy

Easy

He's crying, the massive perv, we know he is. Lucky for him he's also in death pain. Cloaking the tears.

Easy

The beetle! The beetle!!

Easy

The beetle! The cömrade beetle!!

Trivial

Too late to worry whether we'll live or die. Don't go out alone, go out with our friends.

Easy

Who cares! Two down! Shoulder to wheel, gäng!

Trivial

Where are we off to?

Easy

This is enough. We can tank the rest.

Challenging

This is enough. We can tank the rest.

Easy

Don't listen to him! We're real, Herschen!

Medium

Not to wörry, Herschen, we don't fear death.

Medium

A hot woman with an electric rod happened. Gäng's in shambles.

Easy

Chain gäng's gone fugitive.

Medium

This prick still has our gun. When the moment comes, we jump him first.

Medium

Medium

Elbows out as they pass, gäng.

Easy

Sick. We wants, yeah?

Medium

The man may be gone, but the ties live on.

Easy

A big gäng where no one's your friends, and there's always more palms to grease.

Medium

Medium

We all think it would have been a lot cooler if we'd bit the big one together back in 81.

Medium

Shit, these kids are freäks.

Medium

If we were dolphins we'd be a Whole Sick Pöd.

Challenging

Öld sex! Psychic damage, direct hit!

Medium

Oh no... and we fucked up his postbox...

Challenging

No she fucking isn't. Is she drugging this guy?

Medium

Fück that guy, and fück his creep gig.

Easy

Better choose right, that Eszti bitch is discerning as fuck.

Easy

Who deserves to have the dummy as part of their gäng?

Challenging

Diagnosis: Fucked. She needs a high velocity gäng-häng, pronto!

Medium

That's it, awesome, clean slate. Let's go, gäng!

Medium

Fucking hell are those tears? She loved her space man.

Trivial

Oh fucking hell what did we tell her?