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This thing... hacked us. Clearly, this arm can be remotely controlled. I'm only alive because my address wasn't on the database with the agents. Whoever Charlie's working with doesn't think that mere staff are missile-worthy. This ain't funny. Roxy is dead! Everyone's dead! Gone! Do you even care? Pull yourself together. Remember your training. There's no time for emotion in this scenario. Now... as all surviving agents are present, we follow the doomsday protocol. When that's done, and only then... you may shed a tear in private. (sighs) (thunder rumbling) Okay. What's the doomsday protocol? We go shopping.
Kingsman: The Golden Circle
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Yeah, that's fine. WHISKEY: I say we both make an approach... whoever gets on best, goes for it. Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her... shake her hand, pat her on the back, whatever, you know. Job done. The hand is not a mucous membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman? What are you talking about? Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS. EGGSY: Mucus membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger... It's not just inside the nose, is it? No, Eggsy, it ain't. Fuck. All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy. (scoffs) Good luck.
Kingsman: The Golden Circle
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