Politics

"I'd like to dedicate this song to the pale nothing that will devour the world."

The lieutenant doesn't say anything -- but he smiles sadly.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine the horrors you've seen."

"Grand art. Art DeLuxe. The artsy-est, the most ground breaking, the..."

The lieutenant nods.

"Everything is sad and shit and we need art to make it okay. Just give me the brush."

"The apocalypse is coming. I need to warn people."

"Just answer some questions okay?"

"I mean... have some ideas, but I can't be sure..."

"Our stiff was killed by a jungle gun."

Thanks, good to know. I have no opinion on this.

So what? They can think what they want. This is a free world.

I don't see these as stereotypes. I think they are honest acknowledgements of difference.

Lightly punch the door once more. Just in case.

"A name -- this is very good. Ellis Kortenaer..." he says to himself.

"Honestly, I don't know how I do it... I just stumbled in here. Can you... please explain this shit to me?"

"I'm sorry... I know I'm supposed to know all about... this, but I lost my memory recently..."

"Good call..." The lieutenant is still unsteady on his feet.