Politics

"Then I'm protecting a state lawlessness. I'm not an officer of law, I'm an officer of common anarchy."

"So 'cool' guys protect businessmen while everyone else lives in the ruins? I can think of cooler things."

The lieutenant nods approvingly.

"A gossamer state? You're right, this is cool. I'm part of a hip, thin, almost non-existent state apparatus!"

"That's why I want them. I think I might be low-fi socialist junk myself."

"This economy is really just a distraction from the cultural issues. You know -- immigrants and..."

"It's just nature: Powerful economies expand, weak economies go extinct."

Your fist crashes into the metal, pure physical vengeance. It feels good, at first, and then it starts to hurt.

"You're right, they should have just tried harder. They had everything needed to succeed."

"It's a deal." (Order the dice set.)

"Just a normal die for me, please. Very regular."

"Abraq-ad-abra, perished like this world!"

"What did they expect? Twenty cents per hour is dog's pay. I'm surprised they showed up to work at all."

"I'm sorry, I don't actually know what die I want..."

(Nod solemnly.) "It's the market doing its job."

"Yes, I'm a star myself, a superstar -- and superstars don't care about money."

Kick it with your foot.

"What does this mean -- a rifle here?"