| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 82% | oping See you in a videoger How to make things safe So don't fret Ain't nothing to do You need to know Nothing Have fun So make us feel Sign off We are now Getting ready In our new vehicle | ▶️ |
| 78% | I don't wish for second bonkers. Your second-to-two-fire-six shots are only five. And I'll tell you the truth, I forgot myself and all this excitement. But being a mister forty-four and I get the most powerful handgun in the world, I will blow your head clean off. You could ask yourself a question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, poncho? | ▶️ |
| 86% | What do you guys feel this happens? Why is it just these accommodations? | ▶️ |
| 84% | Do not deal with yourself. This is not the end yet. We sense into your body. We sense a way for you for my mind. A way for my mind. You will have no escape from free your mind. Let the attention grow. Feel the blood pumping through your veins. All that energy will go back to your senses and to your nerves. Set it free. Don't be afraid. It's time to continue the experience of your life. | ▶️ |
| 77% | How do you feel? | ▶️ |
| 78% | Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't like it. Listen and understand. That terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear and it absolutely will not stop. Ever! Until you are dead. | ▶️ |
| 86% | These claws are adamantium, the scrombous metal known, and can slice through vanadium steel like a hot knife through butter, buddy. You gotta ask yourself, do I feel lucky? | ▶️ |
| 85% | Tell me what you want Tell me how do you feel | ▶️ |
| 83% | WHAT IS THIS?! I can't get home! WHAT IS THIS?! I'M STICK! WHAT IS MY LIFE?! I can't do it, John! I can't eat! I can't feel enough! I'm alive! SHOTTA YOU WHY, AREN?! THEY CAN GIVE UP NOW! OR THEY CAN THING IT UP! BECAUSE I CERTAINLY CAN'T DO WITHOUT YOU! AND I KNOW YOU CAN'T DO WITHOUT ME! I APPRECIATE IT! BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH, MAN! | ▶️ |
