And as a trader of Nuka-World, henceforth until the day you die, all day, every day, you will be sellin’ junk to suckers, turnin’ trash into caps. Now, when you get there, they gonna take away your name, give you a junk stall and say, ‘Get to work!’ One word of sass, they cut out your tongue. And they good at it, too. You won’t bleed out. Oh, they does that real good! They gonna work ya all day, every day 'till your back give out. Then they hit you in the head with a hammer, and throw your ass down the shitter.