Politics

"Actually, I think the ham sandwich race still has it in them."

"Individualism is my jam."

"Welcome to Revachol!!"

"It's true, I am a rock and roll star and a rebel."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to do this." (Press the button.)

"Finally." The lieutenant impatiently gestures toward the door. "Let's go."

"Let's go, officer." The lieutenant puts his hand on your shoulder. "Let's go do some work."

"Communism is pretty cool."

"That Revolution sounds like it was actually very good and necessary."

(Just press the button.)

"I have gotten it from disco, actually."

"No one is the new Measurehead -- let's go. Before he gets up..." The lieutenant makes haste toward the door.

"My jam is a mysterious fourth thing."

"I imagined a woman, laughing at me beneath her pity. Terrible and beautiful."

"That Revolution sounds like it was perpetrated by degenerate marauders. Not all the people of Revachol."

"I imagined the pyknic face of the desert pygmee laughing at me, crooked teeth grinning."

(Go away stupid political thoughts.) "What was this Revolution?"

"Well done." The lieutenant impatiently gestures toward the door. "Let's go."