Hey look buddy, I'm an engineer.

That means I solve problems,

not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within
the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical
problems, for instance: how am I going to stop some mean
mother Hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-
hind? The answer, use a gun, and if that don't work... Use more
gun. Take for instance this heavy caliber tripod mounted lil' old
number designed by me, built by me, and you best hope... Not
pointed at you.

Look at them, they come to this place when they know they are
not pure. Tenno use the keys, but they are mere trespassers.
Only I, Vor, know the true power of the Void. I was cut in half,
destroyed, but through it's Janus Key, the Void called to me. It
brought me here and here I was reborn. We cannot blame these
creatures, they are being led by a false prophet, an impostor who
knows not the secrets of the Void. Behold the Tenno, come to
scavenge and desecrate this sacred realm. My brothers, did I not
tell of this day? Did I not prophesize this moment? Now, I will stop
them. Now I am changed, reborn through the energy of the Janus
Key. Forever bound to the Void. Let it be known, if the Tenno
want true salvation, they will lay down their arms, and wait for the
baptism of my Janus key. It is time. I will teach these trespassers
the redemptive power of my Janus key. They will learn it's simple
truth. The Tenno are lost, and they will resist. But I, Vor, will
cleanse this place of their impurity.
God is dead.
God remains dead.
And we have killed him.
How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers
of all murderers?
What was holiest and mightiest of all that the
world has yet owned has bled to death under
our knives: who will wipe this blood off us?
What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
What festivals of atonement, what sacred
games shall we have to invent?
Is not the greatness of this deed too great for
us?
Must we ourselves not become gods simply to
appear worthy of it?

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Timmy Turner, my name is Doug Dimmadome owner of the
Dimmsdale Dimmadome. Thank you for locating my long lost son
Dale Dimmadome, heir to the Dimmsdale Dimmadome fortune. If
there's anything I can do to repay you for your kindness, all you
need to do is ask!

When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get
mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the heck am I supposed to do with these?
Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave
Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house
down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that
burns your house down!

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Through Action: A man becomes a hero.
Through Death: A hero becomes a legend.
Through Time: A legend becomes a myth.
And by learning from the myth, a man takes action.