District 20 Yurodivy Ryōshū/Voicelines

Occasion	English	Audio
Identity Acquisition	5 excavating screws for a pack of cigs? Sounds like you've got a screw loose yourself.
Morning Greeting	… So busy, so early in the morning? Well, I do approve of your diligence.
Afternoon Greeting	Fools running low on time start stalking the Backstreets around this hour. I enjoy watching them eventually slow to a crawl when they inevitably run out of time; it's quite the amusing sight.
Evening Greeting	It's getting late… The detective will soon deliver me the ingredients for my art. Ah, I must admit that the thought excites me.
Chatter #1	Is it D.O.N.^[1] and T.E.^[2] next? Hah, I wasn't talking to you… Clock.
Chatter #2	Currency is just smoke and mirrors. It's much fairer to trade items of immediate worth instead, isn't it? Or even better, use that elbow grease and make your own.
Chatter #3	I prefer to apply a certain… percussive method when it comes to fixing broken machines.
Post-Uptie Chat 1	The tip of a lit cig, slowly burning itself away… A metaphor for the impending rider of death, atop the steed of time. It's just like this rich pig whose time we burned away. Heh, quite avant-garde, isn't it?
Post-Uptie Chat 2	The Yurodiviye Ideology…? Who cares. I just found the aesthetics of their movement alluring. I don't mind paying for my cigs with items instead of cash, either.
Idle	Yurodiviye… More like you're-all-divvied-up. Pfft.
Uptying	Hmph, fine—record all you want. Just make sure to get all the blood splatters.
Deployment	This looks fun. I'll take this.
Stage Entry	This is a H.I.T. List. List of fools to be Hacked In Two, that is.
Viewed in Battle	They better give us a good fight.
Commencing Attack	Let's bring them down.
Enemy Stagger	Shake down the loaded pigs…
Staggered	Tsk.
Enemy Killed	… and share the pilfered time with everyone.
Death	Even I end up 'redistributed'… Haah. Not bad, not bad…
Check Passed	Were you watching? Then pay up. Pack of Monkey Cigs per view.
Check Failed	… This bland act isn't my scene.
Victory Cry	Hmm, not a bad invention… A bit more grease could've helped, however.
Extra Conditions Fulfilled	Perfection. Now that I've given it some thought, I see the aesthetics in using such a janky invention to crush the janky brains of those who reign over us.
Defeat Wail	So this D.O.N.T.E.^[3] didn't go as planned, did it? No deconstruction of normalcy, no one's terrified… Well, no matter. I can always make more time as long as I'm breathing.