I have come to the conclusion; that the reverse sneezing of British Bulldogs is the closest thing to Darth Vaders breathing, as you will ever find in nature.
At the time they cut me free. I was brimming with defiance. Doctors looking down on me. Breaking every law of science.
How'd I ever end up here? A latent strain of color blindness. Then it seemed to dawn on me. Haemoglobin is the key
If we run away the Geth stay under Reaper control & the Quarians are dead. This ends now. EDI, hatch the Quarians to the Normandy's weapon system. I want the targeting laser sync'd up to the whole damn fleet.