Politics

"Let's try to return Revachol to the likeness of the holy sun in the sky -- but only twice. The third time, let's abandon it to debauched homo-sexuals!"

Smash into the door and shout: "Fuck the system!"

You smash into the wood and see a small crack appear on the door frame. It's going to take one more try to break through to the other side, but you've done it...

Ow, shoot! Whose moronic idea was it to just run through the door? Don't you know that things like that hurt?!

"Exactly like that. Because I think you're an enemy of traditional values forcing your filth on the innocent."

"That they are." The lieutenant looks at the spinners and sighs. "I was going to take them into evidence, but they weren't necessary for conviction. He never asked for them back."

"Sure! Forced radio. Can't tune out. You'd make a killing on ads!"

"Yeah, like that. Maybe it was part of your civic duty, you were just testing it out for the government."

"Yeah. Like a new way to equalize people, getting them all on the same station. A great tool for Communism."

Elsewhere in Revachol, the lieutenant has also just turned on the radio. In his privacy, he doesn't even try to stop himself from smiling.

"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."

"I am in dire need of financial assistance."

"I am in dire need of financial assistance."

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?"