CHAPTOUR TWENTY-SEVEN:
"Hello" "fuck off tim" "No" "fuck" "Why Would You Destroy The Reapers When You Can Control Them" "but what if you can't" "..." "..." "Well, Shit" Tim shoots himself in the head. "welp" Shepard opens the pod bay doors, and Admiral Hackett slides the crucible in, right to the top of the citadel. "well anderson, we had a good run" "yeah but shepard" "yeah" "i have a confession... i... was born in london" "WHAT" "shocking, i know" "get off me anderson" "no" Anderson dies. "fuck"
Shepard is raised to the top of the citadel. "how am i breathing in the vacuum of space" "I Created These Synthetics To Kill You Every So Often So That You Won't Be Killed By Synthetics" "..." "..." "could you say that again; i thought you said something retarded" "I Created These Synthetics To Ki-" "yeah that's what i thought you said; kid, go play in the sandbox while we adults clean up your mess" "No I Hate The Sandbox" "fuck off star child" "No" "fuck" "Tell You What, I'll Give You A Choice Of Three Endings, All Exactly The Same" "fuck my life"
"AND THAT WAS THE STORY OF SHEPARD" "fuck off grampa" "no" "fuck"