Politics

"Really?" the lieutenant looks at you. "Well, I'm not indifferent on the matter either." He adjusts his glasses, visibly pleased to have found a fellow fan.

"We aren't discussing this." After a few bars, the lieutenant turns the radio back to PRIMELINE.

"I'm sorry you have to sell them because of me."

"I'm sorry you have to sell them because of me."

His eyes trace the crane's contour as if trying to memorize its majestic shape. Then he notices your gaze.

"Hell yeah!" The lieutenant exclaims. "My climbing might not have been as disco as your jump, but can we still get an Ace's High?"

"Yes, that's one way of putting it." He turns to you with a faint smile, then looks back at the crane. "It's certainly an impressive achievement of engineering."

"Is it?" He looks at you, impressed. "Kvalsund makes lot of heavy equipment, but this is phenomenal even for them."

"I knew you could do it!" The lieutenant exclaims. "My climbing down might not have been as disco as your jump, but at least we can explore the harbour now."

"That's what I like about you, Evrart. You get me."

"I'm... sorry?"

"I just want to do my job, that's all."

"Exaggerated?! Evrart, the time is now! We are looking at a catastrophic global loss of life."

"Honestly, it's not my place to judge or express an opinion."

"Sounds like you got this. You can rely on my vote."

"I'm not feeling a whole lot of Revachol here. Not enough flags or kings."

"It was my fault. I pawned it off. I'm a terrible cop."

"Well, I mean, if it has the word incorporate in it, then I like it. I'm a money-guy."