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Rhodane "So, what do you think of the NCR?"
Cass "NCR's my country, and I support it. Anyone who says otherwise, I'll feed them my knee. I know which side of the firing line I'm on in the Mojave, just so you know."
Rhodane "There's a but in there."
Cass "Yeah, there is. I'm not some blind, flag-saluting do-as-they-will NCR lover. They're family, but let me tell you what family means. You ever had a brother? Some dumbass younger brother, say, who knocked up the pastor's daughter, can't hold a job, and his home-away is a jail cell? That's NCR. Their compass is spinning, all the time."
Rhodane "So they lack direction?"
Cass "They try to put their stake in everything they see. Nobody's dick's that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name."
Rhodane "Yeah, I got that part, thanks."
Cass "So NCR, tries to hold on to everything. They can't, because it's too big for them to get their arms around. They can't guard the roads, they can't put a line of troops around the Mojave... it's just greed that makes teh hease back West even try."
Rhodane "So the Mojave suffers."
Cass "Aside from the people in the towns, it's the soldiers that suffer for it most. Ever seen NCR troops asked to go after gangs at three-to-one odds? That bear flag doesn't make them bulletproof. And when those gangs were caused by the NCR in the first place, like the Powder Gangers? Caesar on a crutch, don't get me started there."
Rhodane "So what's the alternative?"
Cass "Look, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't want the Brotherhood or the Followers or the Vegas families running the Mojave, all of them are a different kind of fuck-up. NCR just has some shaping up to do. Maybe Caesar kicking them in the nuts is a nice wake-up call, is all I'm saying. I just wish Caesar would kick the heads of the NCR, not the feet. I've fucked a soldier in my time - they don't need to get fucked by their orders."

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Rhodane "So, what do you think of the NCR?"
Cass "NCR's my country, and I support it. Anyone who says otherwise, I'll feed them my knee. I know which side of the firing line I'm on in the Mojave, just so you know."
Rhodane "There's a but in there."
Cass "Yeah, there is. I'm not some blind, flag-saluting do-as-they-will NCR lover. They're family, but let me tell you what family means. You ever had a brother? Some dumbass younger brother, say, who knocked up the pastor's daughter, can't hold a job, and his home-away is a jail cell? That's NCR. Their compass is spinning, all the time."
Rhodane "So they lack direction?"
Cass "They try to put their stake in everything they see. Nobody's dick's that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name."
Rhodane "Yeah, I got that part, thanks."
Cass "So NCR, tries to hold on to everything. They can't, because it's too big for them to get their arms around. They can't guard the roads, they can't put a line of troops around the Mojave... it's just greed that makes teh hease back West even try."
Rhodane "So the Mojave suffers."
Cass "Aside from the people in the towns, it's the soldiers that suffer for it most. Ever seen NCR troops asked to go after gangs at three-to-one odds? That bear flag doesn't make them bulletproof. And when those gangs were caused by the NCR in the first place, like the Powder Gangers? Caesar on a crutch, don't get me started there."
Rhodane "So what's the alternative?"
Cass "Look, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't want the Brotherhood or the Followers or the Vegas families running the Mojave, all of them are a different kind of fuck-up. NCR just has some shaping up to do. Maybe Caesar kicking them in the nuts is a nice wake-up call, is all I'm saying. I just wish Caesar would kick the heads of the NCR, not the feet. I've fucked a soldier in my time - they don't need to get fucked by their orders."