The fuck.

Grif, What the fuck did you do with all my clothes you fucking cokbi-

AAAHHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Ffffff [The audio ends in a fit of very loud laughter and the sound of clicking buttons]

Shit. Fuck. Fucking... god damn it. [Each word is preceded by the sound of a sniper rifle firing]

Stand still so I can blow your fucking brains out.

GRIF ! Did you find the rocket launcher yet? Get the fuck over here.

We're all going to fucking die.