Scrondo.msg

{{dialoguefile Dialogue for Rondo, the mechanic of the NCR Rangers' headquarters in NCR Downtown.

{100}{}{You see a man in grease-stained clothes, probably a mechanic.} {101}{}{It's Rondo, owner of this joint.} {102}{}{You think he's a mechanic, but he is wearing a sidearm which does seem a little odd.} {103}{}{Greetings, ranger. Time's been good, I hope.} {104}{}{Someday we'll wipe out those slavers.} {105}{}{Well (player name), the rest are in back.} {106}{}{Sorry, we're out of business.} {107}{}{This is private property. Do you mind?} {108}{}{I'm not taking any more work right now, okay?} {109}{}{Hey, bastard, you shouldn't mess with the Rangers.} {110}{}{Touch any of my stuff again and I am going to have to open up ole' bessy on you.}