Politics

"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."

"That's very ambitious. I love what you're doing for the working man."

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

"Yeah, everyone hates them. Except ultraliberals maybe. Which happens to be me."

"Drugs are a no go for me. I'll report this."

"What's that supposed to mean?! I'm more left than you are."

"You're right not to trust me. I take care of me. I'm a hustler. I grind. I'm a money engineer."