|Title||Running Short on R-34s|
Transcript: Do you guys have any idea there's a war on? If you don't follow proper maintenance on those Big Daddies, they burn through those R-34s like them Eve's Apple betties go through penicillin. I've got Atlas' goons hitting us non-stop, and two dead mechanics just this week. We need to control costs! If I wanted to deal with amateurs, I would have stayed on dry land.
Location: Hephaestus Core, on a desk outside the Workshops entrance.