The Let's Play Archive

South Park: The Stick of Truth

by DoubleNegative

Part 34: BONUS - Extra Dialogue 2

The whole update was way too long by something like 30,000 characters over the limit, so I had to split it in two. This is the start of part 2.



STARTING FIGHT
: Aw, shit.
: Oh boy, bad guys!
: Well, here we go again.
: Y-you're sure about this?
: Oh Christ, what a pickle!
: Please don't ice me, homie.
: Aww, are you gonna rape us?
: Fellas! We can work this out!
: Why can't you just leave us alone?
: I don't LIKE being pushed around!
: Well what are we waitin' for!!
: We will kill them with compassion!
: We're gonna send you straight to heck!
: W-what if we just make friends instead?
: I hope we don't get in trouble for this.
: Ah shucks, when are we gonna catch a break?
: It's a good day to die! Uh, for you, that is.
: Surrender, or -- or-or bad stuff will happen.
: I've killed way bigger guys than you. Well, the new kid has.
: Now I-I hope you fellas don't get angry, but I have to smite you.
: What the heck, I'm gonna get grounded anyway, might as well!
: I'm Butters the Merciful, of the-- well of t-the Knights of Kindheartedness.
: The Hammer of Justice shall strike the Nail of Evil into the Board of Being Sorry!
: Yo, dawg. Uh, can't I just go right back home after the fight so I don't get grounded?

IDLE
: I'm tired of being picked on.
: You think you're better than me?
: Surrender and I will show you mercy!
: Aw, the New Kid's screwing around again.
: I could use some goddamn poon tang right now.
: We don't have to play this game if you're getting bored.
: Wait you guys, I have to sneeze... nope, false alarm.
: Come on, New Kid! Let's show them what we can do!
: Sometimes my dad goes on road trips just to check out all the rest stops.

INJURED
: HELP!
: I don't feel so good.
: I don't wanna die!
: I feel kind of woozy.
: I'm hurt pretty bad!
: I don't like this game anymore!
: Gosh, I think I might be dying!
: If I die my dad's gonna ground me for sure.

HEALING TOUCH
: Just a buddy.
: Walk it off, buddy.
: Yeah, there's a buddy.
: There you go, pal.
: I got your back, yo.
: Yeah, that's it, little buddy.
: There there, buddy. You're gonna be okay.

WHEN YOU DO LIGHTNING VOLT
: FUCK 'EM UP!

HAMMER OF JUSTICE
: By the hammer of Butters!

ATTACKING
: Ahh!
: Eat mercy!
: Take that!
: En garde!
: To battle!
: Hey, bad guy!
: Sorry about this.
: Taste my justice!
: Leave us alone!
: Justice be done!
: You should be nice!
: I shall smite thee!
: Nobody stops a paladin!

BLOCKING
: Whew!
: Keep tryin'!
: That was close!
: Eye for an eye!
: No, no, no no no!
: Hey, I blocked it!
: That wasn't so bad.
: I'm rubber, you're glue!
: You're straight trippin' son.

BEING HIT
: Ow!
: Hey!
: Geez!
: Meanie!
: No, no, no, no, no!
: God dammit!
: Jesus Christ!
: Oh hamburgers!
: Hey, that hurt!
: What was that for?
: Son of a biscuit!
: Well, that's not nice.

WHEN YOU DIE
: Oh hamburgers!
: Oh Jesus, no!
: Oh sweet Jesus...
: Uh, what's the matter?
: Oh no! No. Oh, no, no! Oh, no, no!

DYING
: I'm sorry.
: They got me.
: (wibbling) Nobody likes me!
: (crying)
: Forgive me... Douchebag...

VICTORY
: Oh boy!
: Whoopie!
: We usually win.
: Oh boy, we won!
: Oh boy! Oh boy!
: Boy, this is neat-o, huh?
: That serves em right.
: That was pretty good!
: I really feel sad for em.
: Aw, I wanted to show mercy.
: You're good at adventuring!
: I hope they're just sleeping.
: I'm a lot more experienced now!
: You think we were too hard on em?
: Well gee whiz, I hope I level up!
: Another victory for the good guys!
: I hope we didn't hurt you too bad!
: Maybe now you'll turn your life around.
: I think I just found my new bottom bitch.
: Well that's what you get for being mean to people!
: You gave it your best shot, and that's all Jesus asks of you.
: I know violence doesn't solve anything, but I kinda like it.



STARTING FIGHT
: Let's do it.
: You're gonna regret this.
: You and what army, dude?
: I'll do everything I can.
: Oh god, here we go again.
: Nature, I heed your call!
: You just don't get it, do you?
: We stand together against the darkness!
: You do NOT want to get on my bad side.
: Time for a little rumble in the jungle.
: Don't you know who you're dealing with?
: Get out of my way or I'll kick your ass!
: Let us restore the balance of nature by kicking ass.
: You fuck with me, you fuck with Mother Nature!
: We elves may be skinny, but we compensate by being dicks.
: By the moon and the stars in the skies, I swear we will destroy you!
: You think you're tough? I grew up in the forest. It made me a total badass.

IDLE
: Are we going again? No?
: Hey, let's keep going, huh?
: Hey! What the hell are you doing?
: So... what do you do for fun?
: Oh, are we taking a break now?
: No that's cool, I'll just chill here for a minute.
: This staff's great for walking and for beating people's brains in.
: I still don't get how Cartman got you to think he was cool.

ATTACKING
: R-tard.

RALLY
: No quarter!
: Come on, we've got this!
: Let's fuck em up!

WINDSTORM
: I summon the winds!
: You're about to get blown!

SUMMON ELEMENTAL
: Ready Ike? Kick the baby!
: Don't kick the goddamn baby.
: Kick the baby!

BLOCKING
: That's it?
: Terrible.
: Nice try asshole!
: Stop being an asshole!
: I barely felt that.
: Get the fuck out of here.
: What the hell are you doing?
: You have to do better than that.

BEING HIT
: Ow.
: Dude!
: Hey!
: Oh God!
: Ah shit!
: Stop it!
: You suck!
: I hate you.
: Oh it hurts!
: God dammit.
: Ah, dammit!
: What are you doing?
: Oh, god, it burns!
: You son of a bitch!
: (shrieking) Oh god!
: Jesus Christ dude!
: Just leave me alone!
: Now I'm pissed off!
: What are you doing?
: What the hell, man?
: Why are you doing this?
: What's the matter with YOU?
: What the hell are you doing?
: This is all a bunch of crap.
: (frustrated) All right, all right!

WHEN YOU KNOCK AN ENEMY OUT
: That's awesome!

WHEN YOU DIE
: No... NO!
: Goddammit!
: That's retarded.
: (deadpan) What?
: What the hell just happened?
: You son of a bitch!

DYING
: (sigh) Goddammit.
: AAAAAAAH!
: GRRRRGGGHHH!
: What the hell?
: Big mistake!
: Forgive me...
: (sobbing)
: (sobbing) Oh it hurts!
: (sobbing) Oh, god!
: Look after... Ike.
: I believe in you!
: Bury me... at my base.
: This is the worst day of my life.

VICTORY
: Yes!
: That was TEXTBOOK.
: That wasn't so bad.
: We make a good team.
: I am REALLY impressed.
: I don't really give a fuck.
: Who says elves are pussies?
: We're like a force of nature.
: I hope this alliance can last.
: Can we get going now, please?
: I don't think ANYONE can stop us.
: In time, our kingdoms shall be restored.
: Space and time are no boundaries for US.
: That's why you don't fuck with the Dragonborn.



STARTING FIGHT
: Oh boy.
: Weak, dude.
: I'm over it.
: Come on guys!
: Let's go dude!
: We've got this.
: Ah Jesus, not again.
: Come on, let's do this!
: You'd think they'd know better.
: This is gonna be so awesome!
: This is getting out of hand!
: Rangers do not fear death.
: Let's just do this, alright?
: Don't be starting shit with us!
: My ranger sense saw this coming.
: This is NOT what we need right now.
: Uh excuse me, is this really a good idea?
: I am Stan Marshwalker, brother of wolves and badgers.

IDLE
: Hello?
: Can I just take my turn?
: You got somewhere you'd rather be?
: Dude, what is the hold up?
: Are we playing or what?
: You mind if I update my status while we're waiting here?
: I think my mom did a pretty sweet job with my costume.

INJURED
: This is not my fight.
: I don't feel so good.
: My health hath gotten low.
: You got a health potion on you?
: Kinda, like, dying right now.
: Little help over here.
: [Labored breathing]
: Dude, my injuries are super grievous right now.

ATTACKING
: You're done!
: Taste steel!
: Fear my blade! (after hitting) Got 'em!
: Check THIS out!
: You asked for it.
: Kya, kya!
: You're going down!

MARKED FOR DEATH
: Go get em boy!
: Go boy!
: Attack!
: Kill!

WHIRLWIND BLADE
: Enough!
: Let's finish this!
: Let's see you stop this!

BLOCKING
: No way, dude!
: Oh no you don't!
: You hit like my grandpa.

BEING HIT
: Stop!
: Aw, spit!
: Aw, come on!
: God damnit.
: That does it!
: Ya fucking dumbass!
: What the hell, dude?
: Dude, what's your problem?

WHEN YOU DIE
: Aw, crap!
: This can't get any worse.
: Oh, no. No, no no!
: No... this can't happen!

DYING
: No!
: Ugh.
: Oh, god...
: Aw, crap.
: Goddammit.
: What...?
: Avenge me!
: Son of a bitch!

VICTORY
: Next!
: Total pwnage.
: I expected better.
: Fucking nice, dude.
: All right, who's next?
: That's what you get!
: That's enough of that.
: I could do this all day.
: Man, we ripped shit UP.
: Dude, we're pretty badass.
: Like they even stood a chance.
: Oh my God, we killed the enemy!
: That coulda sucked a lot worse.
: Mess with the beast, you get the claws.
: Dude I'm just happy this whole stupid thing is over with.



IDLE
: (You can take your turn.)
: (I am the fairest maiden in ALL the land.)

INJURED
: (Mmph... I feel bad...)
: (Don't let your poor princess die.)
: (Mm mph mmmphph save me.)
: (Seriously, mphph.)

WHEN HIT
: [gasps] Mrm mm mrm?!
: [gasps] Mrm mm mmmrmm!
: [gasps] Mrm mmrm mm mrm!
: Mrm mm mmm mrmrmmphmm.
: (You shouldn't hit girls!)

VICTORY
: (Woohoo!)

This is a list of dialogue you get if you smack someone with your weapon. Presumably there is more, but the script only has these folks listed.

: Ow!
: Ouch!
: That's enough!
: Knock it off!
: All right, that does it!
: Stop it!
: Oh my! (She likes it. A lot.)
: Cut it out!
: Hey!
: No! No.
: That isn't nice sweetie.
: You are THIS close to a time out.
: Ow!
: Hey!
: Mkay!
: Hey!
: God!
: Dick!
: Die already, fuck!
: Hey!
: Aaah!
: Ow!
: Hey!
: Jeez!
: What's the big idea?
: Oh, goddammit!
: Ohoho, oh it hurts! (Mr. Slave also likes being hit.)

Finally we have the only proper way to end a South Park LP: a gigantic list of fart jokes. This is what various characters will say if you fart on them.

: Excuse you.
: ManBearPig! He's here!
: I wouldn't do that in front of the girls!
: Must be happy hour already.
: EEEEWWWWW!
: You smellied!
: Take cover!

: Stinky mo-minky.
: Sound off, Sergeant!
: Whoo, that was stinky!
: You draw mud on that one?
: [laughing] Tha-tuh funny...
: Gee whiz whistle britches!
: That one sounded like it hurt.
: Maybe you should see a doctor.
: [laughs] You should check for mud.
: I'd check my drawers if I was you.
: [laughs] Somebody's baking brownies.
: How did your ass learn such incredible magic so easily?

: EW! [coughs]
: Dude, did you shit your pants?
: Whoa!

: Wow.
: Sweet.
: Nice, brah.
: (laughing)
: Jesus, you smell.
: Those ones hurt, huh?
: That all you got, brah?
: Your insides are rotten, brah.
: That's good. Someday I will teach you to do better.

: Sometimes air can get pushed up there.

: Nice.
: Great.
: Good point.
: Whaddya want, a medal?

: Gross.
: Whatever.

: Ew.
: Hey!
: Augh.
: Stinky.
: Enough!
: Ah, come on!
: Ah, thanks.
: Groooss.
: What was that?
: Put a cork in it!
: Can't you just be normal?
: Are you... are you trying to communicate?!
: You won't make many friends doing that.

: Brimstone.
: You're good at that!
: Oh, no!
: I accept your salute.

: Eww! (coughs)
: A windwaker!
: That's cheating!
: Dude, did you shit your pants?

: Get me out of here!
: I can do that, too!
: This is not the good kind of torture.
: Why?
: Not bad.
: A powerful doomsday device!

: EW!
: Gross!
: Ugh! I can taste it!
: Get your gross ass outta here!

: That's horrible!
: Conformist!

HOBO: Some people...

: Dude, so weak.
: You should get that checked out.
: Using the gifts I have given you, I see.
: Canadian Barking Spider! Look out!

: Yipes.
: Oh yeah?
: (laughing)
: That's n-nasty.
: Stinky bo-binky.
: Oh yeah? Try this one on for size.
: Is that the setup or the punchline?
: Did you fa-far- Did you fa-fa- Shit your pants?

: I thought you were different...
: Oh my god!
: You think that's funny?

: [laughing]
: Mrm mrmph!
: Mrm, mrmphphm!
: Mrm mrm mrrrmmphm!
: (Sick, dude!)
: (Tee hee hee!)
: (That was fucking disgusting.)

: Toxic atmosphere detected.

: Wow.
: [laughing]
: Impressive.
: Dude, you stink.
: Dude, you okay?
: You better check your pants.
: That is some sick magic you got there.

: You're giving away my position.

: Oh my!
: Is that Spanish?

: Maybe you can talk to Butters about not holding his in all the time. He gets the worst cramps.
: So GROSS!
: That's no way to get popular.
: Uh, don't do that.
: Why here? Why now?
: Un toot de joyeux.

: Ew!
: Whoa!
: Gross.
: Ugh, nice.
: Stop it.
: Oh my god!
: Excuse you!
: Was that you?
: Do that outside.
: Say "excuse me".
: That's rude, pumpkin.
: Do that in the bathroom!
: Is that supposed to be funny?
: I need to change your diet.
: Sweetie, we talked about that.
: Ugh... you take after your father.

MONGOLIAN KID: (speaking Mongolian)
MONGOLIAN KID: (speaking Mongolian)

: You're gross!
: Hey! Quit screwin' around!

: Boys will be boys!
: Your mommy must be feeding you very well!

: Pretty gross, New Kid.
: Smells like a Mongolian woman.

: You think that's funny?
: That's disrespectful, New Kid, mkay?
: I've had just about enough of your little butt bubbles, mkay?
: Well I hope that's a fart and not some brown grease snake you pinched off in your underoos.

: Hey, nice.
: Kenny teach you that?
: Jesus Christ. Have you been sticking stuff up there?

: Could you do that... outside?
: Some coffee might clear that up.
: Hmm. That's like our dark roast.

: Smells more of a dark roast.
: Who cut the cheese?

: Oh no you didn't.
: I just threw up a little.

: Do you smell cinnamon?
: That's not very goth.

: So I'm not the only one!
: I know EXACTLY what you're going through.

: Dear God.
: If the Lord didn't wish us to fart, he wouldn't have given us anuses.
: That's something I'd expect from the kindergarteners, young man.
: Can you burp good, too?

RANCHER BILL: Hooey!
RANCHER BILL: Tarnation!

: That's JV.
: I like it.
: Good, but not great.
: You've been practicing.
: You need more training.

: That's not cute at all!
: Brought me something, huh?
: That was VERY naughty.

: Sick!
: Gross!
: PLEASE stop.
: Maybe you have diabetes.

: God have mercy on us all.
: Kids your age.
: Young man, you have to find better ways to express yourself.
: You even smell like a turd.
: We don't take kindly to those kinds of butt noises round here.

: Yuck.
: Sweet.
: Sheesh.
: Sick, dude.
: Whoa, dude.
: (laughing)
: Dude, what'd you eat?

: Ah, god! There's no ventilation in here!

: Huh?
: Hello to you, too.

: Whoa!
: Oh nice ...
: Was that you?
: Excuse you!
: Oh my God!
: You hear that?

And with that, this LP is finally over. I hope you all enjoyed reading it. Take it easy, y'all.