The devil made me do it!

Sympathetic Phil strolls out of the jungle, whistling under his breath. Seeing Bigtime Hassel, his eyes narrow, and he holds up his hands to show they're empty. (2009-01-23 08:16)
Sympathetic Phil says �I’ve been looking for you, pal. I was hoping we could have a word? It’s about you killing DoomGuy91 in Club Palermo the other day…” (2009-01-23 08:16)
Sympathetic Phil shrugs. “Now I don’t care for DoomGuy, or his useless 101st Airborne toy soldiers – unless I need my boots polishing, anyway – and I’m certainly not one to interfere in anyone else’s business…” (2009-01-23 08:16)
Sympathetic Phil says “…But my employers don’t appreciate people being murdered in the Club. Unless they’re the ones doing it, anyhow. But that’s a different matter. So I’m here to ask you – politely, this time – to stop” (2009-01-23 08:16)
Sympathetic Phil raises an eyebrow. “So, do we have an agreement? Lt. Clarence and the rest of DoomGuy’s brass buttons are hopeless incompetents, so you’ll pretty much have your own way with them…” (2009-01-23 08:16)
Sympathetic Phil taps himself on the chest. “…But me and Vinny, well, we know our business and are dangerously good at it. So like I said, if you keep yours out of the Club, everybody’s happy.” (2009-01-23 08:17)
Sympathetic Phil claps Bigtime Hassel on the shoulder. “Glad we could have this chat, Bigtime. If you ever get bored of whacking the 101st, come see me. I’ve always got a few people that need a good thumping.” (2009-01-23 08:17)
Sympathetic Phil holds eye contact for a few more moments, then winks and strolls off into the jungle again, whistling. “♫♫♪♫ ♪♪♫♪♫♪♪♪ ♫♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♫ ♪ ♫♪ ♫♫ ♪♪♪ ♫ ♪♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪♪” (2009-01-23 08:17)
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You attack Sympathetic Phil with a rifle butt for 2 damage. They die.
You say “When you tell me to do one thing, it makes me want to do the opposite! Toodle loo little bitch! Thanks for giving me a source of people to fuck over!”