Rogers Matthew
Dialogue
What do you want?
Who the hell are you?
You again?!
What now?
Get out of my face!
Make it quick!
Are you going to waste my time?
The name's Rogers Matthew, the real one.
Guess what? He claims he's Roger Matthews too! And what's worse? People believe his sorry arse.
That guy? He's about as real as a bootleg DVD.
I've been through hellish dimensions and back, only to land in this dump and fight over who I am. It's a bloody joke.
How am I? I'm just peachy, thanks for asking. Only got a doppelgänger stealing my life!
My augments? They're itching to be tested, like that plasma cutter in my arm. Gonna carve that faker like a turkey.
Oh, and did I mention my laser eye? Just waiting for a reason to fry that poser.
Got this new energy shield, too. Bet he's not ready for that!
Can kick his arse across dimensions.
So, yeah, I'm fantastic. Just one Roger Matthews away from a bloody meltdown.
You dumb or what? This is MY house!
This is where I was gonna relax, for crying out loud!
But no, now I've got to deal with him and folks like you asking stupid questions.
Get it through your thick skull, this is MY place!
Nah, I've got this circus under control.
Help? Pfft, I don't need your half-arsed assistance.
Do I look like I need backup? Get lost.
No thanks, you're just more deadweight.
Help? Yeah right, like I need another bloody headache.
Hell yes, I need help. Ass-kicking doesn't happen by itself.
Absolutely, I'm drowning in crap here!
Yeah, how about helping me bury that bloody faker!
You wanna help? Then grab a bloody shovel, partner!
Sure, just don't stuff it up!
You dumb or what? This is MY outpost!