Far Cry Instincts2005

Jack Carver:
[pulls dart out] Awww, shhiiit

Crowe:
Hunters here swear by toad venom. Me, I'd force ya to drink nerve gas, but my employer's got a soft spot for dumb animals.

Jack Carver:
Explains. Hiring. Practices.

Additional Voices:
SHUT YOUR MOUTH, B*TCH!

Crowe:
You're quick with those setups, aren't you, Carver? Bet you didn't see this one coming. [hits Jack with rifle butt]

Crowe:
Naptime's over, sailor.

Jack Carver:
[grunts, vomits]

Crowe:
Evening, Doctor.

Krieger:
Colonel, I was clear. I need Mr. Carver in good health. Looks to me like you indulged in your usual overzealousness.

Jack Carver:
What is this?

Crowe:
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.

Krieger:
Jack? I'm Dr. Kreiger. I know you've had a rough day, so I'll keep this brief. I've been following your feud with Colonel Crowe, here. You've proved to be a clever and tenacious thorn in his side. That's why you're still alive.

Jack Carver:
Hear that, Crowe?

Krieger:
I'm a biochemist. I've studied primitive medicine my whole career searching for a way to roll back a millennia of atrophy and decadence that's weakened humankind. You see, Jacutan's indigenous shamans used their craft to empower their tribe's warriors and hunters.

Jack Carver:
Okay. Hang on one f***ing second. What is this sh*t?

Krieger:
It's taken a long time, and many failures. But, I've been able to improve on these folk practices. A suitable test subject can access physical abilities that have been lost to humans for thousands of years. You'll feel a little prick.

Jack Carver:
[Screams]

Krieger:
Process him for observation. In the meantime, Colonel, I suggest you start making some progress in your search for the woman. Mr. Carver turned out to be a lucky find, but I won't tolerate any more costly disruptions.