"IF YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE RIGHT, YOU DO IT YOUR F&4%ING SELF!"

The corrupted hospital computer manifests in a towering, monstrous form, covered in pink-red cancerous flesh, leaving only his screen uncovered. A demonic face contorts on Crash's monitor with fire in his eyes. He bellows spitefully, sanity slipping away.

"I'M SICK AS S@^##% RIGHT NOW, AND I CAN'T EVEN DIE BECAUSE OF THIS PLACE... IT'S TOO $#)(ING LATE TO STOP THE PARLIAMENT EITHER. I COULD BE UTTERLY OUTTA MY GOURD, BUT I'LL HAVE TO TAKE ALL OF THIS DOWN WITH ME, EVEN IF THAT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"

Crash attacks! Choose an action: Attack - Block - Talk - Item.