Mun is stupidly amused by this username okay. Homeless and voice testing.

[secretcerberus]

Trivialities aside, there's work to be done. I suggest you get to it.

Comments

[herewegoto]

Guess there really is no rest for the wicked.

[secretcerberus]

I am not a man who squanders opportunity.

[herewegoto]

And there's always someone there to crush under-heel on the way. Not that I'm judging. Looks like it's been a pretty viable business strategy so far. Just funny how people keep lining up to be the next Cerberus puppet.

[secretcerberus]

I also understand that sacrifices are unavoidable. The people in Cerberus' employ understand that as well.

[herewegoto]

Some just sacrifice a little more than others, huh?

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ What a thing to appear
What a person to displace
Mr. Bartlet, get out of here!
You are not President of space! ♪

[secretcerberus]

[What. The. Hell. TIM, what is in that cigarette you're smoking?]

A bard. [How quaint. Let him guess.] Early 19th century?

AHHH wrong Ezio!

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Not quite, in fact
Early 16th, to be exact ♪

There is never a wrong Ezio

[secretcerberus]

[Ah! 16th century. Smells like malaria.]

Humanity was still in its infancy.

[He'd be fascinated if Songzio wasn't so annoying.]

[regretzio]

[Hey, he doesn't have that! Not even syphilis!]

♪ A child you say? Well
That would explain the squalling and the smell ♪

eeee a TIM! :D

[thegreyhound]

[Maybe if Shepard glares hard enough, he'll spontaneously combust. ...Is it working?]

-Illusive Man.

Hi :D

[secretcerberus]

[He plucks his cigarette from his mouth and holds it between his fingers.]

Shepard. A pleasure.

You've made my night, jsyk.

[thegreyhound]

[Shepard makes a face, waves a hand in front of her face to dissipate any lingering smoke.]

Mmmn, no. It's not. Not really. [Mad? What gave you that idea?]

aslj;llkf

[secretcerberus]

You're upset.

[You didn't know the Illusive Man's super power was pointing out the obvious, did you?]

Tell me how I can help.

:Db

[thegreyhound]

No shit.

[We always assumed that TIM's super power was being breathtakingly evil and/or proud.]

You want to "help"? [Shepard laughs once, more of a bark than anything mirthful.] Should have thought of that before indoctrinating people.

[fightforthelost]

If you want something done right, you usually have to do it yourself.

[secretcerberus]

She is capable enough, with the right motivation. Think of her as a tool, a useful extension of my arm. [And you would know all about that, wouldn't you, Shep?]

[fightforthelost]

[Totally, bro, but let's not talk about tools, okay? Not that comfortable with you.]

Tool or weapon. They usually end up being the same with Cerberus, right?

[Rhetorical.]

What are you expecting from your latest 'tool?'

[secretcerberus]

Whatever you want to call them, doesn't make them less valuable, Shepard. Cerberus appreciates everyone that allows themselves to be used.

[l-lol.]

Absolutely nothing.

let us find a game together so they can sabotage each other the whole time haha

[omegaria]

I hope it's nothing like your usual projects.

That would be beautiful ngl

[secretcerberus]

That remains to be seen.

beautiful snarky threats

[omegaria]

It would be more -- healthy for you to find something else to find interest in.

/chinhands

[secretcerberus]

My interests are exactly where they need to be, Ms. T'Loak.

[commanderbuzzcut]

"Work" to be done. Right.

[justliketheolddays]

Illusive Man. I'd say you've done enough for a few lifetimes.