Krieg/A Meat Bicycle Built for Two (Transcript)

Krieg's inner voice: I don't know the dead man. Probably didn't deserve what he got. Doesn't make him special, though; all kinds of people die out here. The innocent, and the not-so-innocent. If I'm lucky, he hasn't noticed me, yet. I wanna warn him. I wanna tell him to run, to hide, get outta sight so I won't have to kill him. That's what I wanna say. What actually comes out of my mouth is-

Krieg: I have the shiniest meat bicycle!

Krieg's inner voice: Heh. Close enough.

Krieg's inner voice: This is me.

Krieg: I'm ready for a spine-tingler!

Krieg's inner voice: Yeah, great. Hey, remember back when we were sane?

Krieg: She can taste the bloody hatred!

Krieg's inner voice: Guess not. Still can't hear me, can ya? The little voice in your head trying to remind you of a time we could go hours- days, even- without screaming about our desire to ride bicycles made of meat? I don't even remember.

Krieg's inner voice: Oh, god. She's armed with a Maliwan SMG. She's a Vault Hunter. She's a Siren warrior who can kill me with her brain.

Maya: What the hell, is that a Psycho?

Krieg's inner voice: She's the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Tell her she's as gorgeous as a thousand sunsets. Tell her you need her help. Tell her to rescue you, and care for your, and, whatever you do, do not scream the word "poop" at the top of your lungs.

Krieg: I'm the conductor of the poop train!

Krieg's inner voice: It's over, idiot. You're gonna die here and now, and the last words out of your mouth will have been "poop train". Oh, great. Now the Rats are arriving. Turn around, Siren! Turn around, or you're dead! Tell her to look back, now!

Krieg: Strip the flesh!

Krieg's inner voice: No, listen to me.

Krieg: Salt the wound!

Krieg's inner voice: Yeah, great, we'll salt all the wounds later, but if you don't listen to me right now, she's gonna die, and it's gonna be your fault!

Krieg: Argh! Turn around, pretty lady! (uninteligible rambling) That's the stuff! I'm gonna put my pain into your soul!

Krieg's inner voice: Now tell her "thank you". Tell her that because of her, we might actually, one day, be able to act like a normal person, again.

Krieg: I powdered my cockatiel for the ribcage slaughter!

Krieg's inner voice: Heh. Close enough.