Narrator: Four hundred and twenty meters from Sergeant Schlock's current position. . .
Clifford: He saw me. . . Stupid green mercenary! He is still alive, and interfering!
Clifford: Spraying slugs isn't going to help you this time, you ugly turd.

My Southie brothers and I will destroy the Infracrats, even if we have to go through you, first.
Clifford: No. . . Not just through you. . . How about right through both of your eyes. . .
Narrator: Even angry snipers love a challenge.