Donn: Son, we live in a game world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant MrRaven13? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for deïnstallation of SWTOR on your computer and you curse the BF4 players. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that the deïnstallation of SWTOR, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my BF4 existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall . You need me on that wall. We use words like "honor", "code", "loyalty". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending the gamingworld. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom in gaming that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and login and play in this new platoon. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
Xillion: Did you order the Code Red deïnstallation of SWTOR and creation of the new Vi-Comp platoon

YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DID!!

You fuckin' people. You have no idea how to defend a nation. All you did was weaken the gamingworld today, Xillion. That's all you did. You put people's lives in danger. Sweet dreams, son.

"honor", "code", "loyalty"