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Trudy: I can't let you destroy GPF.
Boss: Why? Your company poses a serious, albeit unexpected, threat. A mastermind of your caliber can rebuild with little effort.

Trudy: I *can't*. I need this company to survive ... for *now*. I have carefully laid plans that will soon be coming to fruition. This company will fall, but only when and if *I* say it does.
Boss: I see ...

Boss: I take it the army of super mutants didn't work out?
Trudy: Bad. Those geneticists had the evil genius of pocket lint.