-Hans! Hans! You did it! You killed clever hero Sgt. Jack Slaughter.
-Indeed, I cannot believe it myself, Olaf. I was merely hiding behind this red explosive barrel as I am wont to do and I took the chance to shoot.
-You are very lucky that he did not shoot the barrels, Hans. You would have exploded.
-Yes, I have protected our explosive barrel stockpile. I am a hero.
-We should celebrate later over by the elevator. There are vending machines.
-If you press a button the vending machine spits out a can that must be for soda. Truly we live in an interactive world. If only Pieter were still here to enjoy soda cans with us.
-He should not have been standing on that platform suspended by the single wooden beam. His bones were so brittle they would not have survived that short fall.
-The physics in this world are truly terrifying. Wood no longer stands up to rockets.
-Pieter was never cut out for being a mercenary. He would often run into walls or take too long to shoot. At least, he did the one time that it counted. Shall we split his belongings?
-I want his gun.
-Well, that's everything. The rest of him disintegrated soon after he was killed.
-Luckily it is not a fate we share. Shall we go...
-Hans, look! Sgt. Jack Slaughter's impressive corpse is flashing.
-What? Impossible! I shot him twenty five times in the head, the exact amount of damage it takes to drop super-soldier for hire Sgt. Jack Slaughter. He is dead.
-His body has completely disappeared.
-Transmigration!? This does not bode well for us.
-We must flee!
-No, I must remain to safeguard our explosive barrels.
-And I am too stupid to get past this wall. Here he comes! It is like he has many lives.
-Fear not, Olaf. I will simply duck behind these barrels and emerge again to... How did he know I was here?
-It is the same man you killed. He has come for revenge!
-Olaf, I fear the barrels and I are finished. Remember me!
-Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaans!