"They have a sense of entitlement that's amazing," he agreed. "It isn't like the old days. If it makes you feel better, I'll really play up the whole death-omen bit when I tell them about you... see if I can make some of them have a little respect?" the puck offered gamely, sipping his own drink again. He gave a crooked little smile, looking around the tent's 'lobby' area with its ambience and carefully-planned decor. Everything in here was meant to look unsettling and creepy and weird. "Now they crave what they don't understand because they're so jaded by the technology, the sterility of society these days."