"So I finally get to meet the Courier that's caused so much trouble for the New California Republic."

Caesar was clearly pleased by your presence. You were summoned by one of his Frumentarii — Vulpus Invicta — while you were mozying about the New Vegas Strip.

"You spread word of the massacre at Nipton, plummeting NCR morale."

He begins. His voice is one of sharp approval — like a permanent ache in his rear end had been cured.

"Beams of light shot down from the sky over HELIOS One, killing who knows how many profligate troops."

Right...that was when you activated Archimedes over that facility. Whoopsies.

"You freed the Centurion Silus from McCarran so that he might be punished for his cowardice."

Truth be told, you didn't do that on purpose. You just hate feds...and their wannabe successors in the NCR.

"The monorail that the Profligates rode from McCarran to the Strip has been destroyed."

Ah...when you blew that up, it wasn't otur of any malice towards NCR troopers. It was just way too damn loud at night when you're trying to sleep, so you solved that problem. Permanently.

"You turned Camp Forlorn Hope into a mass grave."

Okay...that WAS out of malice against the NCR, for once.

"Chief Hanlon, a nemesis of my Legion, died the humiliating death he deserved."

You just didn't like that guy. Talked too much.

"In Boulder City, you let the renegade Khans go free, but left the NCR troopers gurgling on the ground, drowning in their own blood."

Your defense? You were feeling silly that day.

"The Profligates still hate me more than they hate you, I think, but I've been at this longer than you have."

He's called 'Bane of California' for a reason.

"Look...you do know why I wanted to meet you, right? Some guy tries to kill you, so you hunt him down, kill him, go into the Lucky 38, then slaughter Mr. House. When you set your mind to something, you get results...I like that. The question is...are you ready to get started?"