Fascist

I always trust my inner racist. He shows me the score.

"Now this is real Revacholian hospitality. That Garte must be half-kipt or something."

"Females reproducing without males!? A travesty. A crime against passion and common sense."

"Man to man, you shouldn't leave your wöman unattended in a cafeteria surrounded by communists."

"I think it's... all these foreign people taking our jobs."

"With this little foreknowledge I am unsure which side to grind into pigsfeed. The decision must ferment in me. Also -- nationalism."

The mug didn't belong in the trash. It was just a funny mug. Can't anyone laugh anymore?

"Foreign powers cleaned up our mess and now they rule us." (Shake your head in shame.)

"I get it -- someone has to be the unpopular guy."

"Stop ripping into this guy. He's just really proud of being Revacholian."

"Welcome to Revachol. I like it."

"Look, what happens when the races get all mixed up?"

"It's basic biology."

"Communists are pansies. Can't fight invaders with internationalist babble. You need the strength of a pure nation."

"Are they foreigners? I bet they're foreigners."

Damn communists. Should've killed the lot of them when they had the chance.

If only I had boots like this, I could stomp many things. Got a problem, punk? Eat my boot.

"I heard something about a weasel and it didn't sound like a local polar weasel, if you know what I mean." (Wink.)