The Runners. They're dead now. You're free, my children. They're dead. You're free. Run. Freedom. It's there. There it is. Freedom right there. The Runners are dead and you are now free.

I'm sorry, what was that, i was under the impression that a cloud of extremely yellow gas was coming out of my nose and it was fascinating, so i wasn't really paying attention. Could you... repeat that? You were saying something about gunners, i think.

Right, I think this thread has run it's course.