Boss [covered in tears, cigar and pacifier hanging out of mouth, to street rioter]: [sob] "Street rioter," [sob] "why don't you love covering up my crimes?"
Boss looks at them plaintively, hopeful. Street rioter: "Who are you? I mean honestly I'd be up for trying it out, but I don't want my body and brain repurposed for robot parts or anything." Boss [sobs at economist]: "They don't like my personal immortality project." [sobs] "They don't want my resurrection program!" Boss [turning to another rioter]: "Why don't you want me to kidnap you and rip your body and brain apart for robot parts?" Street rioter 2: "I mean honestly I might try it but every now and then I want to choose where I buy things from, you know?" Boss [sobbing, collapsing toward economist]: "I don't understand! I don't understand!"
