Dr. Patricia Tannis: I hid my copious material I compiled after opening the Vault those five long years ago. In a fit of spastic paranoia, I did not write down the locations to the information. Find it for me and be handsomely. Oh, were you expecting me to say handsomely rewarded?
(Vault Hunter heads out to find the lost recorders.)
Dr. Patricia Tannis: I've been relocated to Santuary against everyone's better judgement -- not my own mind you, I never wanted to be here. I was perfectly content to live out my days in a non-standard living arrangement with two ceiling chairs I met at a bar fight. Oh, they're adorable -- they barely speak any English -- and if you have to ask what a ceiling chair is, I pity the life you've wasted.
Dr. Patricia Tannis: I should discuss the scrollophant in the room. The reason for my relocation was an elongated and systematically unpleasant torture at the hands of Jack's cronies. Roland, and his well-defined pectorial muscles, were kind enough to entrust the Vault Key with me after the awakening of the Destroyer -- not to be confused with the Warrior. Seriously, those sound nothing alike.
Dr. Patricia Tannis: Oh, right, torture! I asked nicely on several occasions to take proper precautions against bacteria on the instruments, but it fell upon idiotic ears. As they cut into my flesh over and over, I would fade in and out of conciousness, and whisper to the ceiling chairs that it was going to be okay. Clork was afraid at first, his four legs trembled against the cold ceiling, but he knew he had to be strong for me. Then they went to work on his brother, Phillipe.
Dr. Patricia Tannis: Phillipe... I, I just... Phillipe was so brave. He was so brave for me when the rotary saws began to ply his legs from his body. Clork cried out for his brother, even when one of the torturers inadvertantly sat on him and muffled his cries. The last thing Phillipe said before he passed on to the great wooden beyond was, I love you, Patty, I love you. And then he was gone.
Dr. Patricia Tannis: It's lonely here in Sanctuary. Sure, Clork prattles around on the ceiling, but it's hardly the same. Jack has taken so much from me -- Jack has taken the only happiness I've ever had in his asinine quest for the Warrior and more power. Revenge is as pointless as music, but on this occasion, I will allow myself the revenge. I will allow myself to aid in his downfall. Mark my words, Jack: you're going to die.
(Vault Hunter returns to Dr. Tannis and turns in the mission.)
Dr. Patricia Tannis: Ah, the chronicles of my torture. I shall warm up some cocoa and listen to these again.