No, we meant your nose, as in that swollen muck-detector in the centre of your face. It just happens to be perfectly calibrated for sensing communists.
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No, we meant your nose, as in that swollen muck-detector in the centre of your face. It just happens to be perfectly calibrated for sensing communists.
It's good that your personal business is in order, but we're talking about political matters of world-historical import here.
Regardless, what's past is past. You need to look forward, to the work of building communism for all.
Despite all the thinking you've been doing, only 0.0001% of communism has been built. It's too great a task to undertake alone. You're going to have to get organised.
Not at all. Complaining about other communists is one of the most important parts of being a communist.
There it is again! There's a spectral smell haunting this industrial harbour. And it smells like...
The lieutenant lacks your highly developed politico-olfactory cortex. The reek of communism is undeniable. And it's coming... from that railing right there!
Can you not detect that inimitable whiff of dissatisfaction and restlessness, that sense that the world is in need of dramatic, even violent re-ordering?
Years of turmoil, of hopes and dreams ground beneath the inexorable tides of capital.
What the lieutenant thinks is irrelevant. Your politico-olfactory cortex is lighting up like a holiday display. Look, it's pointing you right... to that railing over there!
Nonsense. The reek of communism is unmistakable, and it's coming... from that railing over there!
Undoubtedly. And the scent is coming... from that railing over there!
This must be it. Beyond this door lies the beating heart of radical communism in Martinaise.