conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Aliens have been infiltrating Earth for at least the last three years. They are becoming increasingly bold in their attacks, world governments are unable to respond effectively, and the populace are starting to panic. 
  
  This is where S-COM enters the picture. The Secret COMbat Unit is a classified international project consisting of scientists, engineers, and highly trained soldiers in small fortified bunkers scattered across the planet, to respond to the attacks by the BEMs (the Bug Eyed Monsters) and take back the initiative. 
  
  Five squads defend the Earth. Alpha Squad is filled with the glory-boys. They get the big missions and the best equipment. Beta, Delta, and Gamma are the reliable backup to Alpha, taking on the smaller missions, handling incursions while Alpha is busy, and providing support when Alpha needs help. Finally, there's Ocelot Squad, which is where the idiots nobody wants to spend the political capital to fire are dumped.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As long as it can be flown, there is a chance the aliens could take back the control room and launch the UFO.
conversations.prefix: Disable the UFO:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a face only a mother could... tolerate.
conversations.prefix: Ugly:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: _Reloading!_
conversations.prefix: Ammunition:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Painted in electric blue and neon pink.
conversations.prefix: Armour:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a secret in your past that isn't dangerous, but if it ever got out, you'd be a laughing stock.
conversations.prefix: Embarrassing History:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's technically better than nothing.
conversations.prefix: Standard Pistol:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're the rugged, sharp-jawed, big chinned hero. Everybody who sees you can't help but assume you're in charge. Unfortunately, you're not all you're cracked up to be. It doesn't stop people from giving you the credit for other peoples' actions, though, even if you don't want it.
conversations.prefix: The Poster Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: S-COM standard rifle. It's better than harsh language. Barely.
conversations.prefix: Standard rifle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Woodland camouflage.
conversations.prefix: Armour:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Light is a bit of a misnomer. It's bloody heavy, but it does have a good beat that's easy to dance to.
conversations.prefix: Light Machinegun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: S-COM standard rifle. It's better than harsh language. Barely.
conversations.prefix: Standard rifle (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Desert camouflage.
conversations.prefix: Armour:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Because 'no' means 'no'.
conversations.prefix: Shotgun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ruin someone's day, from another time zone.
conversations.prefix: Sniper Rifle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Digital camouflage in urban grey and white.
conversations.prefix: Armour:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Black and blue urban disruptive pattern.
conversations.prefix: Armour:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A slightly scratchy, over-warm commando v-neck jumper, with tough trousers and thick boots.
conversations.prefix: Uniform (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A slightly scratchy, over-warm commando jumper, with tough trousers and thick boots.
conversations.prefix: Nightmare's Uniform:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: _I don't care what planet you're from, a Magnum is going to spoil your day._
conversations.prefix: Standard Sidearm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Supplies, Military, Assorted (Unsorted)
  
  _Story cues: This could be anything you can reasonably be expected to have in your pack as the unit's Supply Guy and black marketeer._
conversations.prefix: Supplies:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Sniper weapon only.
  
  _Story cues: A lovingly maintained German sniper rifle from WWII. Some say it is obsolete, but strangely they say it when you're holding her. Something in the rifle calls to you, feels alive to you, and she relishes the kill with you._
conversations.prefix: Kar98k Sniper Rifle* (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *Sniper only
  
  _Story cues: When you first looked through the scope, you knew you'd finally found the weapon you have been looking for. Centuries of the gunsmith's art have culminated in this, perhaps the last great projectile weapon._
conversations.prefix: High-Tech Sniper Rifle*:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Sniper weapon only.
  
  _Story cues: A lovingly maintained German sniper rifle from WWII. Some say it is obsolete, but strangely they never say it when you're holding her. Something in the rifle calls to you, feels alive to you, and she relishes the kill with you._
conversations.prefix: Antique Sniper Rifle*:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's better than hope, at least.
conversations.prefix: Armour:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A slightly scratchy, over-warm commando jumper, with tough trousers and thick boots.
conversations.prefix: The Major's Uniform:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: _It makes holes in what you point it at._
  
  It doesn't have the stopping power of human-built plasma weaponry, but those are hideously expensive, and all issued to other squads.
conversations.prefix: Standard Rifle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A slightly scratchy, over-warm commando jumper, with tough trousers and thick boots.
conversations.prefix: Meteor's Uniform:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "The Hound-II ACU is a revolution in battlefield automation. Now with 14% fewer friend-or-foe identification errors!" (CyberDyne Systems sales pitch)
conversations.prefix: ACU Control Unit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's better than hope, at least.
  
  Who the hell thought this would be an effective camouflage?
conversations.prefix: Armour:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A slightly scratchy, over-warm commando jumper, with tough trousers and thick boots.
conversations.prefix: Scrooge's Uniform:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The door to the Control Room is tightly locked.
conversations.prefix: Gain Access to the Control Room:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The BEMs within cannot be allowed to retain control of the ship!
conversations.prefix: Sweep Control Room for Hostiles:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Deep inside the UFO its true nature becomes apparent: Living tissue with metallic components installed through it is the heart of the ship.
conversations.prefix: UFO Deep Interior:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Punch an alien.
conversations.prefix: Welcome To Earth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Is that what you thought I said? Hahaha, no. What I _actually_ said was...
  
  _Story cues: The gift of the gab. Others do as you say. You avoid blame. You find plausible reasons to "volunteer" others._
conversations.prefix: Fast Talker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When you pull the trigger, the hurt goes where you want it to go.
  
  _Story cues: Good aim is easy, but you also have great hand-eye coordination. Trick shots, sleight-of-hand, that sort of thing._
conversations.prefix: Good Shot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: How much money will it take to make you go away?
  
  _Story cues: Your equipment is of a higher quality than others. You can buy influence. Maybe you have insider knowledge of how to use something because you own the factory._
conversations.prefix: Rich:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Actually, what you said was roughly EXACTLY LIKE THIS:
  
  _Story cues: Perhaps you know the layout of this place because you visited here 20 years ago. It's hard to get one over on you in an argument. You don't forgive and forget._
conversations.prefix: Total Recall:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A place filled with bubbling concoctions, sparking doodads, smoking gizmos, and screaming lab workers. There's an alien containment chamber which is mainly used for practical jokes.
conversations.prefix: Science Lab:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're the big guy with the big gun, and usually the one with the big grin as you obliterate harmless scenery only vaguely close to the target. Don't forget to pick up the Light Machinegun when you're off to a mission!
conversations.prefix: The Big Guy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Engineering Bay is where things are built. There's a 3d printer, a laser printer, a lathe... That's about it. Nobody really orders anything from here. The techs mainly goof off and print Warhammer miniatures on the 3d printer.
conversations.prefix: Engineering Bay:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Despite expectations, the Squad Mess is spotlessly clean. The Mess team are one of the few truly professional parts of this entire outfit. White benches and Formica tables shine under fluorescent lighting, and a serving counter takes up one wall.
conversations.prefix: Mess Hall:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Squinty, ratty, and of somewhat dubious hygiene, you can nevertheless shave a man at 500 yards with a round from your sniper rifle. You talk to yourself and mentally divide the entire world into targets and non-targets. The challenge is keeping the lists straight.
conversations.prefix: The Sniper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Despite the best efforts of the air filters, this room smells of too many people. There's a well-stocked gym, a sleeping area, and a small recreation area.
conversations.prefix: Barracks:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A giant flatscreen display on one side of the room shows the current war situation. Other units get holographic projectors in their War Rooms, but budget shortfalls have to be made up somewhere.
conversations.prefix: The War Room:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's a hallway! Colour-coded pipes line the walls, mesh-covered lamps provide excellent lighting. Structural supports are placed every few feet, providing superb cover for defender and attacker alike.
conversations.prefix: Hallway:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This place is totally against regulations, but nobody cares enough to shut it down. A still produces alcohol that probably won't make the imbiber go blind. Chairs are scattered haphazardly, and too few tables are spread too far apart.
conversations.prefix: The Speakeasy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Seats line both sides of the narrow compartment, offering the sensible a place to strap in. There's a door that gives access to the cockpit, but it's locked at all times due to FAA regulations. There is room for the squad and all the equipment they might bring, and the front wall is a projection screen that can show mission briefings and in-flight movies.
conversations.prefix: Sky Pioneer Interior:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your past is not a topic for discussion. You have interesting tattoos, impressive scars, and a dangerous air about you. You have no qualms about putting kittens in a blender to get the mission completed.
conversations.prefix: The Unsavoury One:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. Batten is a physicist who is not entirely sure how he ended up running an engineering shop. He'd much rather be in the research lab, but he likes a challenge and wishes they'd send more production orders down to the shop now and then.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Batten:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: General Catherine Johnson is the commander of Ocelot Bunker. She's the epitome of a career soldier. She has little time for fools, and she knows she was sent here as a punishment. She's just not sure if it's supposed to be a punishment for Ocelot, for herself, or both.
conversations.prefix: Base Commander Johnson:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. Hawkley is a British geneticist who gave up research to teach, then gave up teaching to drink. He's not sure why he was brought on board, but he's sober most of the time, and is actually a damn fine geneticist. Anything that doesn't interest him is immediately delegated to a grad student.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Hawkley:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Why are you on Ocelot Squad? You had an offer for a slot in Alpha, but you got transferred to Ocelot at the last second. These chimps can barely tie their laces. Still, at least you look good by comparison.
conversations.prefix: The Actually Competent One:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're going to be a hero. You're the one everybody hopes will be around when the situation is hopeless. Sadly, it's usually your hunt for glory that is the reason the situation is hopeless in the first place.
conversations.prefix: The Glory-Seeker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your pack is loaded down with stuff people need, and you are always willing to negotiate a fair price... Even in the middle of a firefight. Even if the item in question didn't start the mission in your possession in the first place...
conversations.prefix: The Black Marketeer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Young, idealistic, brave... We were all like you, once. Well, some were like you, once. Mainly the ones that died. Who needs experience when you've got boundless enthusiasm?
conversations.prefix: The Rookie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I think you'll find that will be a very costly move in the long run, Mr. President.
  
  _Story cues: You can wield undue influence over people, but they_ will _resent you for it._
conversations.prefix: Political Connections:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everybody was kung-fu fighting...
  
  _Story cues: Great body dexterity. Conscious control over bodily functions - you can hold your breath for ages, for example._
conversations.prefix: Martial Artist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thick arms, thick legs, thick skull.
  
  _Story cues: Uh... This one's pretty easy. You ain't that bright, though._
conversations.prefix: Strong Like Ox:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh man, I think I had one of these as a kid! I know exactly how to turn it on!
  
  _Story cues: Who could have guessed alien equipment would be so easy to operate? Or that the password for the base computer was so easy to guess?_
conversations.prefix: Obscure Knowledge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh hey, _another_ four-leaf clover!
  
  _Story cues: Luck is fickle. Be careful, because what goes around comes around._
conversations.prefix: Lucky:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Spider-sense... tingling...
  
  _Story cues: It's hard to get the drop on you. You always start moving fractionally before you should even be aware there's something wrong. You don't fall for traps. You don't even sign unfair contracts!_
conversations.prefix: Uncanny Reflexes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were rebuilt. Stronger. Faster. Better. In one arm.
  
  _Story cues: You have a prosthesis. Maybe stronger than a human limb. Perhaps built in tools? Weapons? Or maybe a shot to it won't slow you down._
conversations.prefix: Bionic Arm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dexterity is... not your thing.
  
  _Story cues: You trip. You miss. You injure yourself. Did you drop something when you fell? Perhaps you just made a noise when the squad is trying to sneak..._
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Did I fire six shots, or was it only five? I really can't remember. Help me out here.
  
  _Story cues: You run out of ammo. Did you bring the right equipment? What were you just doing? You were flanking which alien?_
conversations.prefix: Distracted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I like to keep this handy, for close encounters.
  
  _Story cues: You're super-prepared. You happen to have thought ahead and brought _exactly_ the right thing you knew you would need._
conversations.prefix: Backup Weapon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nice face. Shame if something were to happen to it.
  
  _Story cues: You intimidate people. You know how to make an entrance. You do "shock and awe" seven times before breakfast._
conversations.prefix: Menacing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Eh, I'll do it tomorrow.
  
  _Story cues: You don't clean your rifle. You don't maintain your armour. You don't check your ammunition. You half-ass the preparation for anything you do._
conversations.prefix: Lazy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You always move a little too soon, or a little too late.
  
  _Story cues: Coordinated assaults, ambushes, covering fire... These things are challenges for you. You block entire corridors by unintentionally moving in the same direction to try to get out of the way._
conversations.prefix: No Rhythm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: All this alien stuff has GOT to be worth a fortune to the right people. Maybe you can save the human race AND turn a tidy personal profit. You just need to take one alive.
conversations.prefix: Those Specimens Are Worth Millions!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They say there's no such thing as overkill, but the people who say that are generally not in the blast zone.
  
  _Story cues: You get the job done, but you go too far. You blow up what you're trying to recover. You don't understand the concept of "going too far". You don't know where, or how, to stop._
conversations.prefix: Overkill:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are the very definition of "grizzled". Your _beard_ has seen more action than any other member of Ocelot Squad. You've seen it all. Well, not all the alien stuff, but you've fought and nearly died in every major conflict  in the world since you were 17.
conversations.prefix: The Veteran:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Aliens killed your dog. You're going to make them pay, and you're going to look them in the eye, eyes, eye-like organs, or whatever the hell they have that looks scared when you kill them.
conversations.prefix: I Only Need To Know One Thing: Where They Are:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not happy working for S-COM, but you signed the contract, you took the oath, and, more importantly, scary people will hunt you down if you just walk away. There has to be a way out that doesn't involve a firing squad, a dishonourable discharge, or desertion.
conversations.prefix: How Do I Get Out Of This Chickenshit Outfit?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Every meal is a banquet, every paycheque a fortune, every formation a parade! Man, I love the Squad!
conversations.prefix: Another Glorious Day In The Squad:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're going to get out soon. Perhaps a transfer, perhaps retirement, perhaps this is just a stepping stone to higher rank. But you're going to need to survive to reap the rewards, and you don't care if that  conflicts with anyone else's goals... or survival.
conversations.prefix: Four More Weeks:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not losing another squad member. Not on your watch. You'll go to the ends of the Earth, and maybe beyond, to protect your own.
conversations.prefix: We Don't Leave Our People Behind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Take a bullet for someone, give someone your last Rolo, that sort of thing.
conversations.prefix: Do Something Selfless:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He has it coming to him.
conversations.prefix: Punch a superior officer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So you were turned down for the science team. Well, you can go and get some observations of the aliens in their natural habitat. Assuming their natural habitat is terrorising humans, that is. Get really close to an alien without killing it. (You can kill it after, of course.)
conversations.prefix: Get a good look:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can run and gun through a crashed UFO but you freak out at the sight of blood.
  
  _Story cues: You're easily rattled. You keep your head down. You freeze at the wrong moment. You hate confrontation._
conversations.prefix: Panic Prone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's only one way to solve the alien problem: Excessive firepower. Bigger guns are the only way to show those aliens who is boss. Preferably from a distance.
conversations.prefix: Nuke The Site From Orbit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People have to be reminded to shoot the BEMs instead of you.
  
  _Story cues: People react badly to you. Even good suggestions are rejected because you present them in a bad way. You're not liked. Even the aliens tend to shoot slightly more at you than other humans._
conversations.prefix: Annoying:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Try to communicate peacefully with an alien. Emphasis on the _try_.
conversations.prefix: Can't We All Just Get Along:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Good things come to those who... Hey, come back here!
  
  _Story cues: You act without full information. You don't wait for backup. You make rash decisions. You are the guy that springs the ambush and misses the tripwire._
conversations.prefix: Impatient:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Consequences are something that happens to other people... With dismaying regularity.
  
  _Story cues: You have no filter between your brain and your mouth. You make life-threatening decisions on a whim. Sometimes you make decisions others can't fathom the logic behind._
conversations.prefix: Impulsive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: To hell with orders, regulations, decency, or sanity.
  
  _Story cues: You interrupt. You heckle. You show no respect. You take stupid risks because you think you're indestructible and immortal._
conversations.prefix: Arrogant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: _But the beds are so warm and the floor is so cold. Someone else should do it._
  
  The alarm will keep shrieking until someone gets up and hits the intercom by the door.
conversations.prefix: Get up:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: _Hey, are you wearing my trousers?_
conversations.prefix: Get Dressed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Hangar Bay is where Ocelot Squad assembles for the infrequent missions it is sent on. 
  
  The room is dominated by the launchpad, which is usually occupied by the squad's Sky Pioneer dropship. The ceiling retracts, granting access to the secret underground base.
  
  There is a wall of lockers (far more than are needed). Most lockers have never been opened. Some cannot be locked. A few contain contraband.
conversations.prefix: Hangar Bay:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: _I don't care what planet you're from, a Magnum is going to spoil your day._
  
  A Magnum revolver. It's the only handgun that can reliably penetrate leathery BEM hides.
conversations.prefix: Standard Sidearm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An Oscar-class UFO has landed in gently rolling English countryside. There were sheep here, but the BEMs appear to have burned them all down with plasma weapons and forlorn piles of wool and meat lie scattered about.
conversations.prefix: Outside, at night:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A patrol of hunchback BEMs, variously armed.
conversations.prefix: Hunchback patrol:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The longfingers are assembling a device outside the UFO. That's unusual. Investigate. The longfingers have nullers and will defend it, and themselves.
conversations.prefix: Mysterious device:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The UFO is buttoned up tight, and there is no easy means of entry.
conversations.prefix: Exterior, landed Oscar-class UFO:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The UFO is preparing to take off, and its engine backblast will kill anyone left behind. Best not be left behind then.
conversations.prefix: Board the UFO:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Inside the UFO sounds carry oddly. The air is humid, the lighting is dim, and tiny motes float lazily in air currents.
conversations.prefix: UFO Interior:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Spitter is a shipboard weapon. It won't pierce the hull but it'll make a mess of an unarmoured human.
conversations.prefix: Hunchback with Spitter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nobody wants to be hit by a screecher. In a confined space even a miss is painful.
conversations.prefix: Four skinners with screechers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You trip over your own feet, even while sitting down.
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're the rugged, sharp-jawed, big chinned hero. Everybody who sees you can't help but assume you're in charge. Unfortunately, you're not all you're cracked up to be. It doesn't stop people from giving you the credit for other peoples' actions, though, even if you don't want it.
conversations.prefix: The Poster Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I think you'll find that will be a very costly move in the long run, Mr. President.
conversations.prefix: Political Connections:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have two left feet on the dance floor. This also applies to anything involving coordinated movement. You always move a little too soon, or a little too late.
conversations.prefix: No Rhythm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Every meal is a banquet, every paycheque a fortune, every formation a parade! Man, I love the Squad!
conversations.prefix: Another Glorious Day In The Squad:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's only one way to solve the alien problem: Excessive firepower. Bigger guns are the only way to show those aliens who is boss.
conversations.prefix: Nuke The Site From Orbit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're going to be a hero. You're the one everybody hopes will be around when the situation is hopeless. Sadly, it's usually your hunt for glory that is the reason the situation is hopeless in the first place.
conversations.prefix: The Glory-Seeker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh hey, _another_ four-leaf clover!
conversations.prefix: Lucky:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Caution? Subtlety? Stealth? Dirty words to any true fighting man. You are compelled to stand out whether the circumstances call for it or not, and damn the consequences.
conversations.prefix: Show-off:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're tired of being the lone survivor. This time, this time for sure, you're going to prove you're a true hero, and bring the whole team home without casualties.
conversations.prefix: Bring Them Back Alive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some call it the overwhelming power of your presence. Others call it utter disbelief at the sheer stupidity of what you're doing. But either way, your actions leave the enemy stunned, confused and unable to respond in an effective manner.
conversations.prefix: Shock and Awe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Supplies, Military, Sharp
  
  A grappling hook, with rope attached. Reasonably sharp and sturdy, could probably be used to kill something relatively soft.
conversations.prefix: Grappling Hook:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Supplies, Military, Mostly Harmless
  
  Makes a bright flash and a really, really loud noise.
conversations.prefix: Flashbang:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While concentrating, your meticulous nature shines, much like the shoes you obsessively polish three times a day.
  
  You are able to pick up on minute details others may miss.  Thus you iron out problems, like so many wrinkles (never!) in your uniform.
conversations.prefix: Attention to detail:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People biding their time? Not your style. Time for things to get going.
conversations.prefix: Impatient:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The light that shines brightly doesn't do it for very long, because the batteries are sort of shit.
conversations.prefix: Industrial-Strength Flashlight: