Politics

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.

Don't wipe it.

Don't wipe it.

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

What does this mean -- a rifle here?

"I'm sorry... I'm such a mess lately..."

"I don't know who these bosses think they are, but that sounds like a good arrangement -- for them."