Politics

"I knew I shouldn't shave! I knew it and still did it. What an idiot..."

"I'm relieved that you agree," he says, then pauses.

"I don't think grounding one or the other side into pigsfeed will do anyone favours. I am really, really smart."

"Of course it's a joke, look at me! How could I compete with you, you probably have a ton of cases solved."

"Lose these bad boys? No way."

"I hope you do."

"We should ground the owners into fine paste and feed them to the pigs."

"We should ground the workers into fine paste and feed them to the pigs."

"No."

"I did it for the Union. For the rights of the workers."

"So no, I don't think they sent you as a joke. And even if they did, they are in for a surprise."

"With this little foreknowledge I am unsure which side to grind into pigsfeed. The decision must ferment in me. Also -- nationalism."

"Are you sure? Who could say it's not true? If you really don't remember anything.... how would you know?" The thought makes him uneasy. "We should move."

The lieutenant blinks, his mouth slightly open and his body motionless. A microsecond passes.

This goes well with a theory I'm developing: that I'm a down-on-my-luck superstar person.

This goes well with a theory I'm developing: that I'm a down-on-my-luck superstar person.