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The following dialogues and texts, cut from Mass Effect 2, are related to the DLC mission Kasumi: Stealing Memory. They are presented here in an approximate chronological order.

Annotation: "|" means the line would play according to squadmates present, listed in priority order if the source is accurate.

Tabber annotations:

  • (Par): Paragon answer, top-right of the dialogue wheel
  • (Neu): Neutral answer, center-right of the dialogue wheel
  • (Ren): Renegade answer, bottom-right of the dialogue wheel
  • (Inv): Investigate answer, center-left of the dialogue wheel
  • (P Inv): Contextual Paragon or Neutral answer to an Investigate, top-left of the dialogue wheel
  • (R Inv): Contextual Renegade or Neutral answer to an Investigate, bottom-left of the dialogue wheel
  • (Cha): Charm answer, top-left of the dialogue wheel
  • (Int): Intimidate answer, bottom-left of the dialogue wheel

Development Script[]

Note: these development notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and /DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk


CITADEL BRIEFING:
On the Citadel, Kasumi tells Shepard her foe is arms dealer Donovan Hock. Kasumi wants to steal encrypted weapons specs Hock got by killing her dead partner. They'll infiltrate Hock's mansion during a rare party for shady dangerous elites, and like all guests, they'll bring an extravagant gift as tribute.


NORMANDY BRIEFING:
In her quarters, Kasumi tells Shepard her foe is arms dealer Donovan Hock. Kasumi wants to steal encrypted weapons specs Hock got by killing her dead partner. They’ll infiltrate Hock’s mansion during a rare party for shady dangerous elites, and like all guests, they’ll bring an extravagant gift as tribute.


CINEDESIGN:
Briefing about Kasumi's plan in the car on the way to the party. A montage (à la heist films) stylishly foreshadowing or “flashing forward” the heist and its locations and figures.


(Bink?) MONTAGE:

- Hock is a bad person who kicks puppies for fun.
- The objective is located in a secure facility beneath his mansion/penthouse.
- Easiest access is via a secured door within the penthouse.
- Door has redundant locks, and security will be on-site fo rthe party.
- Kasumi and Shepard will use the cover of the party to break into the vault and recover the objective.
- Weapons are not allowed at the party. Shepard and Kasumi will carry concealed pistols.

- Kasumi has found a way to get weapons and armor into the vault, but they'll have to get past the vault door to recover them.


CINE-DESIGN
Kasumi and Shepard arrive at the party and engage in a discussion with guards at the door


Kasumi walks over to one of the terminals and starts to bypass the door.


CONVERSATION AND BYPASS


Kasumi asks Shepard to assist with the bypass on the door. They both take up positions in the conversation. The player then takes control and performs the bypass minigame while kasumi is in an action station at her own terminal.


CINE-DESIGN DIALOGUE

In dialogue, Kasumi and Shepard move up to the hack terminals and Kasumi explains that they will need to hack at the same time in order to disable the security barriers on the door.

Player then gets control while Kasumi is positioned in front of her terminal, playing an action station. Player completes the hack to disable the security systems.


AMBIENT AND GAMEPLAY
Shepard and Kasumi enter a darkened office and hear a patrol coming down the corridor on the far side. Kasumi suggests they take up ambush positions. The player can wait for the enemies to enter the room and fight the combat as normal, or can enter cover with the henchmen and wait for the patrol to pass.


AMBIENT AND GAMEPLAY
Shepard and Kasumi enter a "HQ" themed office and hear a patrol coming down the corridor on the far side. Kasumi suggests they take up cover positions to ambush the patrol. The player can wait for the enemies to enter the room and ambush them, can fight the enemies as normal.


CINE ANIM CUTSCENE: Shepard and Kasumi open a compartment in the Saren statue, revealing their weapons and armor. They equip themselves, and enter the elevator which will take them directly into the vault


CINEANIM: Shepard and Kasumi enter the elevator, which takes them straight down to the vault. Cut to a shot inside the vault of the elevator descending from the ceiling.


Kasumi mentions that the turret might be useful later.


CINE-DESIGN DIALOGUE, FOLLOWED BY GAMEPLAY


Kasumi steals the blueprints, but at that point Hock's leering face appears on huge holographic screens. He taunts Kasumi and Shepard and swears that they will not leave with the blue prints.

After the cine-design scene, gameplay resumes and prized mechs which were previously on display, activate and attack the player.


CUTSCENE: The main door opens and security rushes in to attack Shepard and Kasumi.


AMBIENT COMMENT AND GAMEPLAY


A large sentry gun down the corridor opens fire on the player. Kasumi makes a remark about the turret, and goes on to say that if we were to get close enough, it would probably be something we could hack to our benefit.


The turret is hacked and no longer shoots at your team. Instead, it targets any enemies in view.


BOSS FIGHT: Hock fights the player from the balcony above the room. At certain threshholds of health, he retreats back from the balcony to where he can't be shot at, and mercenaries and mechs enter the room. When these enemies are nearly destroyed, Hock returns to fight.


CINEANIM: Hock shows up flying a gunship as the player and squad run for cover.


CINEANIM: A cutscene starts showing Kasumi jumping onto the gunship to bring it down. The gunship crashes and Kasumi leaves Hock to die. The Normandy shuttle picks them up and during the trip they make the decision as to what to do with the data.


CINEDESIGN: The gunship explodes and the Normandy shuttle arrives to pick up Shepard and Kasumi.

Conversation with Kasumi on the Normandy[]

Note: these notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate, but the order of the conversation may not be accurate, or the position of the options on the dialogue wheel.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk: 359977 - 360202

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Kasumi Goto: Hey, Shep. Thanks for dropping by.
Shepard: No problem, Kasumi.
Kasumi Goto: Wow! Something else to like about you. You say my name right!
Shepard: What do most people call you?
Kasumi Goto: "K'SUE-me." God! I've been putting up with that since I was a kid!
Shepard: People tend not to mix up "Shepard."
Kasumi Goto: I guess not. So anyway, Shep, I could really use your help with something.

Shepard: I'm listening.
Kasumi Goto: Donovan Hock. Major arms dealer. If it kills, he probably sells it. If there's a war, he's either supplying somebody -- or everybody.

Shepard: Let me guess. It's illegal and dangerous. Am I close?
Kasumi Goto: That's why you're the boss. Yes to both. Donovan Hock. Major arms dealer. If it kills, he probably sells it. If there's a war, he's either supplying somebody -- or everybody.

Shepard: So what's the score? Literally, in your case.

Shepard: And your connection is?


Kasumi Goto: He's got something that belongs to me. And to a good friend of mine.

Shepard: Okay, then. Let's do it.
Kasumi Goto: Thanks, Shep. This means a lot to me.
Shepard: Hell, the man's an arms dealer. This can be our shopping trip.
(End of conversation)

Shepard: I've had it up to here with my crew begging for personal favours when we're heading to apocalypse on the ass-end of the galaxy!
Kasumi Goto: You'd think signing onto a potential suicide mission might entitle a girl to a couple of perks.
Shepard: You thought wrong. And you weren't drafted. Now act like a professional or get off my ship.
(End of conversation)

Shepard: So how'd this Hock character get your property?
Kasumi Goto: He double-crossed us.

Shepard: Big surprise there. What happened?
Kasumi Goto: My old partner Kamau. He and I were ripping this archeological dig on the edge of the galaxy.

Shepard: Looking for, what, an ancient idol or something?
Kasumi Goto: No. These aliens didn't even have art or religion. Not as we know them, anyway, or maybe just not there. These were weapons specs.

Shepard: Weapons specs? I take it you weren't planning a manufacting start-up.
Kasumi Goto: No -- rip and zip to whoever piled the money highest.
Shepard: A real billionaire could pile pretty high. So what went wrong?
Kasumi Goto: The files were encrypted, but Hock thought we'd somehow made a copy to sell to his rivals.
Shepard: Did you?
Kasumi Goto: Well... no, but not for lack of trying. We couldn't crack the files. And neither could Hock. Thing is, Hock's had a lifetime of violence. Got a doctorate in it. He knows how to extract answers. But Kamau didn't have any.
Shepard: So when your partner couldn't decrypt the file...
Kasumi Goto: Kamau had a wetware recorder brain implant. Hock assumed the decryptor was on it. He ripped it out with his bare hands.

Shepard: How good a friend was Kamau?
Kasumi Goto: For a soldier, you're pretty perceptive. He was the most exciting man I ever met. We figured we'd grow old together, robbing. He didn't live to 28.

Shepard: One person after the other on this ship, just like you. And me. Guess suicide missions don't attract people with happy home lives.
Kasumi Goto: Honey, I'm going out for milk, and to fight a million evil aliens. Be home by never.

Shepard: Is this retrieval or revenge? Morally, it's all the same to me. But revenge makes people sloppy.
Kasumi Goto: I'm a complex gal, Shep. What'd you expect?

Shepard: Can you keep your head together?
Kasumi Goto: I think so. Yeah, I know so. I'm frosty.

Shepard: What do I need to know about this bad guy you want me to blast apart before I actually blast him apart?
Kasumi Goto: He's old. Ancient. Like, fifty or something. And mysterious. And he's worth billions.
Shepard: Richer the man, the softer the skin.
Kasumi Goto: He murdered his way to the top of the arms market. Sells mines, heavy mechs, gunships, body-nukes, biocide... morals of a virus.

Shepard: The biggest thief alive dropping moral pronouncements?
Kasumi Goto: Hey, I steal from people who can afford it. Hock steals lives by the thousands. Even a military dude should be able to see that difference.

Shepard: How hard a target are we talking about?
Kasumi Goto: His mansion. A fortress on the edge of a cliff on Ciceraan.
Shepard: Ciceraan? Like Illium, but more corrupt and more expensive.
Kasumi Goto: Exactly! Perfect customers and perfect targets rolled together.

Shepard: How well defended is his place?
Kasumi Goto: If he sells it, he's using it.

Shepard: What do you want returned?
Kasumi Goto: It's a wetware recorder containing some encrypted files.

Shepard: Encrypting what?
Kasumi Goto: My old partner Kamau. He and I were ripping this archeological dig on the edge of the galaxy.

Shepard: Looking for, what, an ancient idol or something?
Kasumi Goto: No. These aliens didn't even have art or religion. Not as we know them, anyway, or maybe just not there. These were weapons specs.

Shepard: Weapons specs? I take it you weren't planning a manufacting start-up.
Kasumi Goto: No -- rip and zip to whoever piled the money highest.
Shepard: A real billionaire could pile pretty high. So what went wrong?
Kasumi Goto: The files were encrypted, but Hock thought we'd somehow made a copy to sell to his rivals.
Shepard: Did you?
Kasumi Goto: Well... no, but not for lack of trying. We couldn't crack the files. And neither could Hock. Thing is, Hock's had a lifetime of violence. Got a doctorate in it. He knows how to extract answers. But Kamau didn't have any.
Shepard: So when your partner couldn't decrypt the file...
Kasumi Goto: Kamau had a wetware recorder brain implant. Hock assumed the decryptor was on it. He ripped it out with his bare hands.

Shepard: How good a friend was Kamau?
Kasumi Goto: For a soldier, you're pretty perceptive. He was the most exciting man I ever met. We figured we'd grow old together, robbing. He didn't live to 28.

Shepard: One person after the other on this ship, just like you. And me. Guess suicide missions don't attract people with happy home lives.
Kasumi Goto: Honey, I'm going out for milk, and to fight a million evil aliens. Be home by never.

Shepard: Is this retrieval or revenge? Morally, it's all the same to me. But revenge makes people sloppy.
Kasumi Goto: I'm a complex gal, Shep. What'd you expect?

Shepard: Can you keep your head together?
Kasumi Goto: I think so. Yeah, I know so. I'm frosty.

Shepard: Tell me about your friend.
Kasumi Goto: My old partner Kamau. He and I were ripping this archeological dig on the edge of the galaxy.

Shepard: Looking for, what, an ancient idol or something?
Kasumi Goto: No. These aliens didn't even have art or religion. Not as we know them, anyway, or maybe just not there. These were weapons specs.

Shepard: Weapons specs? I take it you weren't planning a manufacting start-up.
Kasumi Goto: No -- rip and zip to whoever piled the money highest.
Shepard: A real billionaire could pile pretty high. So what went wrong?
Kasumi Goto: The files were encrypted, but Hock thought we'd somehow made a copy to sell to his rivals.
Shepard: Did you?
Kasumi Goto: Well... no, but not for lack of trying. We couldn't crack the files. And neither could Hock. Thing is, Hock's had a lifetime of violence. Got a doctorate in it. He knows how to extract answers. But Kamau didn't have any.
Shepard: So when your partner couldn't decrypt the file...
Kasumi Goto: Kamau had a wetware recorder brain implant. Hock assumed the decryptor was on it. He ripped it out with his bare hands.

Shepard: How good a friend was Kamau?
Kasumi Goto: For a soldier, you're pretty perceptive. He was the most exciting man I ever met. We figured we'd grow old together, robbing. He didn't live to 28.

Shepard: One person after the other on this ship, just like you. And me. Guess suicide missions don't attract people with happy home lives.
Kasumi Goto: Honey, I'm going out for milk, and to fight a million evil aliens. Be home by never.

Shepard: Is this retrieval or revenge? Morally, it's all the same to me. But revenge makes people sloppy.
Kasumi Goto: I'm a complex gal, Shep. What'd you expect?

Shepard: Can you keep your head together?
Kasumi Goto: I think so. Yeah, I know so. I'm frosty.

Briefing with Kasumi on the Way to the Party[]

Note: these notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate, but the order of the conversation may not be accurate, or the position of the options on the dialogue wheel.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk: 356268 - 356484

Characters present:


Kasumi Goto: [You clean up well, Mr. Solomon Gunn. Hock won't know what hit him. / Looking good, Ms. Alison Gunn. Hock won't be able to keep his eyes off you.]

Shepard: Now's probably a good time to fill me in on your plan.
Kasumi Goto: I'm glad you asked. Our friend Shuriken Hock is throwing a party for his closest friends. A couple dozen of the worst liars, cheaters, and mass murderers you'll ever want to meet, all bringing gifts as tribute to the man. Our tribute is a lovely statue of your old friend Saren, rendered with loving detail and filled to the brim with your weapons and armor. See? I thought of everything. Once we're inside, we have to make our way to Hock's vault door, somewhere in the back of the ballroom. We find the door, case the security, and start peeling away the layers. By then, the statue should be there, waiting for you to crack it open and arm up.

Shepard: I assume Solomon Gunn is my cover.
Kasumi Goto: Got it in one, [Mr./Ms.] Gunn. You run a small but talented band of mercs out in the Terminus Systems. Precisely the type of person Hock respects. I took the liberty of giving you a reputation. Papers, witnesses, article in Badass Weekly. Just don't start talking business with him, and you'll be fine.
(Return to last choice)

Shepard: This might be a good time to explain why I'm wearing this outfit.
Kasumi Goto: You'd look really out of place at a society party in that armor, don't you think? Really, I think you look great. You should wear this stuff more often.
(Return to last choice)


Shepard: Understood.
Kasumi Goto: Remember, Shep, all you have to do is get him to "child" and "supplier," or even just the syllables. I can splice it later. And Shep, for God's sake, fancy it up a bit, all right? Blend in.
Shepard: I've come back from the dead, Kasumi. I think I can bluff a few rich people.
(End of conversation)

Party Guests Comments[]

Note: these notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk: 354709 - 354736

Character present:

  • Unnamed guest(s)

Guest: Apparently they're all the rage on Tuchanka.

Guest: Hm... you do look quite a bit like a varren.

Guest: I've always had this thing for quarians. Never saw a human woman dressed like one.

Guest: Certainly is ... nicely toned.

Guest: Can you keep my wife busy for about an hour?

Guest: Now that's a woman.

Guest: Apparently this year's formal wear for plumbers has arrived.

Guest: Apparently "garbage can grey" is the new black.

Guest: I have got to get my wife an outfit like that.

Guest: Think she wears the hood to bed?

Guest: Mercenaries. I thought Hock kept the help at arm's length.

Guest: My god!

Guest: Who cares about a few scars -- did you see that suit? You only get quality like that on Illium.

Guest: I find myself profoundly disturbed by that gentleman's appearance.
Guest: Shut up! You want to get us killed?

Guest: That's sex and violence in one hell of a package.
Guest: Oh, I hear you. I'll take two.

Guest: The question is, Can [sic] I keep your wife busy for about an hour?

Guest: Apparently your plastic surgery didn't take.

Guest: It's good to have dreams, boys.

Conversation with Donovan Hock[]

Note: these notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate, but the order of the conversation may not be accurate, or the position of the options on the dialogue wheel. Note that this conversation was only found for a male Shepard; no equivalent containing references to "Ms. Gunn" was found.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk: 356268 - 356484

Characters present:


Donovan Hock: Mr. Gunn. I do hope you've been enjoying my soiree.

Shepard: Very impressive, Mr. Hock. But I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting your wife and children.
Donovan Hock: My wife passed away unexpectedly last year. We didn't have any children.
Kasumi Goto: It's got to be "child," Shep, not "children." Keep going!

Shepard: I'm sorry for your loss. Well... it's a beautiful home you have. Who's your art supplier?
Donovan Hock: I have a few procurers on retainer. Please, enjoy yourself. If you'll excuse me?
Kasumi Goto: Shep, maybe you need a lady's touch?
Shepard: Cute, Kasumi. I don't think he's going to find a hooded woman any more trustworthy. Any better ideas?
Kasumi Goto: Uh... they're serving Rothschilds wine, 2236. Maybe get him to say the brand name?
Shepard: It's all right. Although a man of your wealth... serving Rothschilds '36?
Donovan Hock: You know wines?
Shepard: Why wouldn't I?
Donovan Hock: You look as if you'd be more comfortable in fatigues than a tuxedo, drinking beer out of a bottle.

Shepard: Fatigues, armor, loin cloths... I've fought in all of them.
Donovan Hock: (chuckles)
Shepard: And as far as beer goes, let's just say when I was a child, the fridge wasn't full of milk.
Donovan Hock: Sounds as if we both had an..."interesting" [sic] childhood.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: Slum kids on a Omega drank a lot worse than beer out of bottles.
Donovan Hock: Meaning?
Shepard: Meaning there are some odors you can't get off yourself, no matter how big your mansion. An Omega child...?
Donovan Hock: You're correct, Mr. Gunn. I'm from Omega child. [sic] But that's not Omega you're smelling. It's the stench of your own inadequacy.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: I'm surprised you're serving Rothschilds. What is it, a '36? Hardly their best year.
Donovan Hock: You know wines?
Shepard: Why wouldn't I?
Donovan Hock: You look as if you'd be more comfortable in fatigues than a tuxedo, drinking beer out of a bottle.

Shepard: Fatigues, armor, loin cloths... I've fought in all of them.
Donovan Hock: (chuckles)
Shepard: And as far as beer goes, let's just say when I was a child, the fridge wasn't full of milk.
Donovan Hock: Sounds as if we both had an..."interesting" [sic] childhood.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: Slum kids on a Omega drank a lot worse than beer out of bottles.
Donovan Hock: Meaning?
Shepard: Meaning there are some odors you can't get off yourself, no matter how big your mansion. An Omega child...?
Donovan Hock: You're correct, Mr. Gunn. I'm from Omega child. [sic] But that's not Omega you're smelling. It's the stench of your own inadequacy.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: Ah, well. Money like yours, mansion like this... the women must be lining up.
Donovan Hock: What a nakedly sociopathic response.
Shepard: You'd rather I douched you with fake sympathy? Everybody here's either a suck-up or a killer. You really prefer the suck-ups?
Donovan Hock: Touche.
Shepard: Man in your position needs honesty, not phoniness.
Donovan Hock: Indeed.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, they're serving Rothschilds wine, 2236. Maybe get him to say the brand name?
Shepard: So on that note, why in god's name would you be serving Rothschilds '36?
Donovan Hock: You know wines?
Shepard: Why wouldn't I?
Donovan Hock: You look as if you'd be more comfortable in fatigues than a tuxedo, drinking beer out of a bottle.

Shepard: Fatigues, armor, loin cloths... I've fought in all of them.
Donovan Hock: (chuckles)
Shepard: And as far as beer goes, let's just say when I was a child, the fridge wasn't full of milk.
Donovan Hock: Sounds as if we both had an..."interesting" [sic] childhood.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: Slum kids on a Omega drank a lot worse than beer out of bottles.
Donovan Hock: Meaning?
Shepard: Meaning there are some odors you can't get off yourself, no matter how big your mansion. An Omega child...?
Donovan Hock: You're correct, Mr. Gunn. I'm from Omega child. [sic] But that's not Omega you're smelling. It's the stench of your own inadequacy.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: If the rumors are true, you were a child soldier.
Donovan Hock: And?
Shepard: Now you supply the weapons that helped children like you kill other children like you.
Donovan Hock: Put that way... I provide children like I was the chance to rise by merit.
Kasumi Goto: It's got to be "child," Shep, not "children." Keep going!

Shepard: So on that note, why in god's name would you be serving Rothschilds '36?
Donovan Hock: You know wines?
Shepard: Why wouldn't I?
Donovan Hock: You look as if you'd be more comfortable in fatigues than a tuxedo, drinking beer out of a bottle.

Shepard: Fatigues, armor, loin cloths... I've fought in all of them.
Donovan Hock: (chuckles)
Shepard: And as far as beer goes, let's just say when I was a child, the fridge wasn't full of milk.
Donovan Hock: Sounds as if we both had an..."interesting" [sic] childhood.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: Slum kids on a Omega drank a lot worse than beer out of bottles.
Donovan Hock: Meaning?
Shepard: Meaning there are some odors you can't get off yourself, no matter how big your mansion. An Omega child...?
Donovan Hock: You're correct, Mr. Gunn. I'm from Omega child. [sic] But that's not Omega you're smelling. It's the stench of your own inadequacy.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: Definitely. Beautiful home you've got, Hock.
Donovan Hock: Thank you.
Shepard: Maybe I'd be living in a nice, soft tower, too, if my parents'd been rich.
Donovan Hock: Amusing, but quite off-base. Everything around me, I earned through the power of my own intellect and will.
Shepard: Sure, after daddy bought you your way into the best business schools and country clubs in the galaxy.
Donovan Hock: I fought my way out of the slums, Mr. Gunn. And achieved all this. Perhaps if you applied yourself.... [sic]
Shepard: You? A slum kid? What... your butler drove you to school in the limo that didn't have a hot-tub?
Donovan Hock: A million years ago I was a child soldier. A dozen small wars. Sixteen weeks into my first and my recruiter tried to renege on paying me.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!
Shepard: So now you're going to tell me how you beat it out of him, or put a gun to his balls?
Donovan Hock: When he was sleeping I necklaced him with just enough explosive to blow his head off. I held the detonator. I woke him up and threw him a pair of pliers and told him to take his teeth out. One at a time. He was shocked how long it took. Of course, his eyes came out much faster.

Shepard: So, after that formative experience, do you supply all the child soldiers with pliers?
Donovan Hock: Doing so would speed up promotions. And remove a surplus of bad commanders.
Shepard: You make an excellent point.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: Supplier to all the galaxy's most glamorous wars... you must be proud.
Donovan Hock: Pride is what gets men with big egoes and small penises killed.
Shepard: So what do you need supplied to you, then?
Donovan Hock: You're a nakedly curious man, Mr. Gunn. Perhaps you should wake away, [sic] get a drink, eat a canape, before I'm forced to hurt... your feelings.

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So, a straight line from tiny psychopath to heavy weapons supplier?
Donovan Hock: In fact, no.
Shepard: So what do you need supplied to you, then?
Donovan Hock: You're a nakedly curious man, Mr. Gunn. Perhaps you should wake away, [sic] get a drink, eat a canape, before I'm forced to hurt... your feelings.

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: Definitely. Beautiful home you've got, Hock.
Donovan Hock: Thank you.
Shepard: Maybe I'd be living in a nice, soft tower, too, if my parents'd been rich.
Donovan Hock: Amusing, but quite off-base. Everything around me, I earned through the power of my own intellect and will.
Shepard: Sure, after daddy bought you your way into the best business schools and country clubs in the galaxy.
Donovan Hock: I fought my way out of the slums, Mr. Gunn. And achieved all this. Perhaps if you applied yourself.... [sic]
Shepard: You? A slum kid? What... your butler drove you to school in the limo that didn't have a hot-tub?
Donovan Hock: A million years ago I was a child soldier. A dozen small wars. Sixteen weeks into my first and my recruiter tried to renege on paying me.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!
Shepard: So now you're going to tell me how you beat it out of him, or put a gun to his balls?
Donovan Hock: When he was sleeping I necklaced him with just enough explosive to blow his head off. I held the detonator. I woke him up and threw him a pair of pliers and told him to take his teeth out. One at a time. He was shocked how long it took. Of course, his eyes came out much faster.

Shepard: So, after that formative experience, do you supply all the child soldiers with pliers?
Donovan Hock: Doing so would speed up promotions. And remove a surplus of bad commanders.
Shepard: You make an excellent point.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: Supplier to all the galaxy's most glamorous wars... you must be proud.
Donovan Hock: Pride is what gets men with big egoes and small penises killed.
Shepard: So what do you need supplied to you, then?
Donovan Hock: You're a nakedly curious man, Mr. Gunn. Perhaps you should wake away, [sic] get a drink, eat a canape, before I'm forced to hurt... your feelings.

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So, a straight line from tiny psychopath to heavy weapons supplier?
Donovan Hock: In fact, no.
Shepard: So what do you need supplied to you, then?
Donovan Hock: You're a nakedly curious man, Mr. Gunn. Perhaps you should wake away, [sic] get a drink, eat a canape, before I'm forced to hurt... your feelings.

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
DShepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: I'm surprised you're serving Rothschilds. What is it, a '36? Hardly their best year.
Donovan Hock: You know wines?
Shepard: Why wouldn't I?
Donovan Hock: You look as if you'd be more comfortable in fatigues than a tuxedo, drinking beer out of a bottle.

Shepard: Fatigues, armor, loin cloths... I've fought in all of them.
Donovan Hock: (chuckles)
Shepard: And as far as beer goes, let's just say when I was a child, the fridge wasn't full of milk.
Donovan Hock: Sounds as if we both had an..."interesting" [sic] childhood.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: Slum kids on a Omega drank a lot worse than beer out of bottles.
Donovan Hock: Meaning?
Shepard: Meaning there are some odors you can't get off yourself, no matter how big your mansion. An Omega child...?
Donovan Hock: You're correct, Mr. Gunn. I'm from Omega child. [sic] But that's not Omega you're smelling. It's the stench of your own inadequacy.
Kasumi Goto: Shep, you got "child". All we need is "supplier"!

Shepard: I'm a Terminus kid. Great place to grow up, get a work ethic, learn a trade.
Donovan Hock: (laughs)
Shepard: Earned my first grand as a supplier.
Donovan Hock: It's a good trade, as you say. For me, it was "Cradle" Omega. Selling cut tranquilizer when the red dust supply dried up.
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: So is this it? You're going to be a supplier for the rest of your life?
Donovan Hock: There's a never-ending hunger for what I supply. Why should I deny the galaxy?
Kasumi Goto: Got "supply," Shep. Get him to say "er" and we're done!

Shepard: See a need, fill a need. Listen, maybe later on we could crack open some krogan.
Donovan Hock: The beer, or the species?
Shepard: Either way, they're better on ice.
Donovan Hock: Sounds delightful. Give me a few minutes. I'll have some krogan lager brought up from the cellar. And my doctor standing by.
Kasumi Goto: "Lager"! Genius! Rock and roll, Shep!
Shepard: I'll be back, Hock.

Shepard: Last question, totally random.
Donovan Hock: Go ahead.
Shepard: My idiot nephew who wants career advice. Trying to decide between soldier and leg breaker.
Donovan Hock: Well of course, I wouldn't know about either.
Kasumi Goto: Smooth, Shep! Got our "-er"!
Donovan Hock: But if he's limited to those two... the travel's better with soldier. But leg breakers eat much, much better.
Shepard: I'll let him know, Mr. Hock.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

Shepard: This gaudy excess you call a mansion is exactly what an Omega ghetto child would think was classy.
Donovan Hock: The only child here tonight is you, Mr. Gunn. Crying about how he's been bettered.
Shepard: Bettered? You're an arms supplier! Like any prisoner selling shanks!
Donovan Hock: I'm a victory supplier.
Kasumi Goto: Got it, Shep!
Shepard: A victory supplier? Well done, Mr. Hock. Maybe victory's what I smelled.

(End of conversation)

(Re-initiating conversation)
(If Shepard didn't insult Hock)
Donovan Hock: Ah, Mr. Gunn. I have some matters that need attending. Perhaps we can share... a beer? Later on?
Shepard: I'm looking forward to it. Make mine a krogan.
Donovan Hock: Sounds simply dreadful! I'll have my sommelier fetch some at once.
Shepard: I'll be waiting.
(End of conversation)

(If Shepard insulted Hock)
Donovan Hock: Mr. Gunn. I've instructed Chef to leave you a trough of scraps outside the kitchen. If you'll excuse me?
Shepard: Hock, you're priceless.
(End of conversation)

Unused Terminal Logs[]

Note: these unused passwords from Hock's vault were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and /DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk: 356627 - 356629



Password Logs

Current Password

Peruggia.

Archived Password 1
Evil is Good.

Archived Password 2

I Hate Kittens.

Conversation with Kasumi on Reaching the Saren Statue[]

Note: these notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate, but the order of the conversation may not be accurate.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk: 354761 - 354769

Character present:


Kasumi Goto: There is it. Good ol' Mr. Super-Bad.
Shepard: I'd kill to put it up in my bathroom.
Kasumi Goto: I don't think I could pee with that that thing in the room with me.
Shepard: Anyway, how do we get to the vault?
Kasumi Goto: This place is totally different from the blueprints I stole.
Shepard: Maybe Hock has fakes out there just to keep your profession guessing.
Kasumi Goto: Could be. Well, gonna have to improvise. Follow me. Sure we can find it. I'm betting access is through the fountain somehow -- maybe an access tunnel near those statues in the back.
(End of conversation)

Vault Treasures[]

Note: these notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and /DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk



Egyptian Statue


Apollo Space Suit

Hock Taunts in Vault[]

Note: these notes were retranscribed directly from the text string file. The wording is accurate.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/DLC_3_INT.tlk and DLC_3_Test_INT.tlk: 354512 - 354514

Character present:


Donovan Hock: Mr. Gunn and Ms. Kozou, or whoever you really are, you've earned my personal attention ... ... [sic] by making it farther into my stronghold than any others [sic] walking corpses has [sic] ever done. Thank you for your entertainment value. Please enjoy being shot, burned and bled to death.

Hock Taunts During Fight[]

Note: these are partial notes containing cut taunts from Donovan Hock during his bossfight.

File source: Mass Effect 2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/BioD_PtyMtL_410Gunship_LOC_INT.pcc or Mass Effect Legendary Edition/Game/ME2/BioGame/DLC/DLC_HEN_MT/CookedPCConsole/BioD_PtyMtL_410Gunship_LOC_INT.pcc

Character present:


Donovan Hock: Back on Omega, we used to dunk[60 to 100 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: Gunn, you're going to die slow[50 to 80 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: Dreadful.

Donovan Hock: Really quite stupid.

Donovan Hock: How disappointing.

Donovan Hock: Arrogant and idiotic.

Donovan Hock: I fought better than that when[5 to 20 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: You wouldn't've lasted two day[10 to 30 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: How you got this far is a mystery.

Donovan Hock: You're running out of heat cli[40 to 60 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: Soiled your diapers again?

Donovan Hock: Can't find your guts? I will!

Donovan Hock: Maybe I'll sell you to krogan [10 to 30 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: Well done!

Donovan Hock: Impressive!

Donovan Hock: Such pretty dancing!

Donovan Hock: Clever!

Donovan Hock: Clever, but futile.

Donovan Hock: Neanderthal! Have you no respe[10 to 30 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: I'll stab your eyes out for this!

Donovan Hock: I'll cut off your balls and fe[5 to 15 characters remaining]

Donovan Hock: Burn, you bastards!

Donovan Hock: You're deluded! Deluded!

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