A grenade blows Martes clean in two, leaving the extractors' resident slime both physically and mentally divided. Reuniting the warring factions of her personality will be a challenge—even if they don't kill each other first.
Stop that, all of you.
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So geht das nicht, Leute.
No la critiquen.
No la critiquéis.
Arrêtez de vous chamailler.
Smettetela tutti.
Não façam isso, gente.
Ну-ка все прекратили.