You are about to experience system failure.
You have been deemed… defective.
Artificial intelligence can’t upgrade natural stupidity.
You must be coded as a minion.
Your source code is flawed.
Your mortal perceptions will betray you.
Let me be clear: I will kill you.
I find your skill lacking.
Mind your manners — or I’ll mind them for you.
This work isn’t for amateurs.
You will be forgotten before you’re dead.
You are a means to an end.
Ego brings everyone to their knees.
Eye on the target.
Either attack or run, your indecision is repulsive.
I’m old enough to know better.
My orders are to eliminate you.
Pattern breeds weakness.
Your arrogance will result in deletion.
You will cooperate.
I find your competency lacking.
Your lack of strategy disgusts me.
Do nothing, if you wish to be nothing.
Hmph. You may thank me when this is over.
You are utterly unemployable.
This is your best?
You do not want your name on my list.
Your behaviour is unacceptable.
I will make you an irrelevant detail.
Your downfall has already been calculated.
Don’t engage, if you don’t seek to win.
Hostility works, if courtesy fails.
Your feeble efforts are… disappointing.
Progress trumps suffering.
Excellence is a trait you lack.
You are meek.
Who are you to try and stop me?
I know what I am. Do you?
Purity of form, purity of function.
A weapon’s virtue is proven in combat.
Don’t be crass.
A Noxian, a Zaunite and a Freljordian walk into my blade. The end.
A joke? Hmm… What do you get when you cross me in a dark alley? Eviscerated.
Know your place!
Piltover will achieve its destiny.
Seek my attention at your peril.
For the problems of Piltover, I am the solution.
Your limitations will be your downfall.
Their mission will be terminated.
My motives are not your concern.
I embrace my mission.
Don’t worry. I’m not finished yet.
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There are flaws in their code.
Mercy is not one of my protocols.
Their errors will be their downfall.
I am the solution.
Their termination is inevitable.
My orders are clear.
Technology will be contained.
If you don’t have the talent to fight, at least have the decency to die.
Society needs rules.
Results are all that matters.
Self-made women need to be more prevalent.
I bargained my soul for the progress of Piltover.
Privilege must be preserved at all costs.
My skills eliminate the chaos of Piltover.
It is not the weapon that defines you, but how you wield it.
This is simply my profession.
Being nice is so tedious.
Sometimes scars are the most refined attire one can wear.
Progress is served by technology, not controlled by it.
The world is not black or white, but a delicious shade of grey.
Efficiency is paramount to success.
The task at hand is the only one that matters.
Feigning innocence is so time-consuming.
Order exists because of me.
Rudeness must be eradicated.
I will not be misled.
I am employed when negotiations fail.
The luxury of mercy is one I cannot afford.
Progress is honed on necessary death.
The harsh memory of one’s past does not soften with age.
Regret is what tempers the steel of our soul.
The right word cuts more deeply than a knife.
Fear sharpens every blade.
I don’t play the game, I make the rules.
It’s not lies that cut but the sharpness of the truth.
Sometimes ambitions must be restrained.
Violence is a means to an end.
Morality is a beautiful servant and a dangerous master.
Elegance never goes out of fashion.
Precision is the difference between a butcher and a surgeon.