"It was an accident," Anarchism mumbled and began fiddling with the button on his shirt cuff. "And I apologised." Whether Wall Street heard the apology, however, was doubtful. He'd never seen anyone go that crazy over a broken toy before and it had been fascinating as well as disturbing at the same time. It was a shame he'd been asked to remove himself from the building because he was quite certain that Capitalism's little fox would have gone a lot crazier if he'd stayed. And wouldn't that have been fun?
"Would have replaced it too if someone'd let me and did you ever get the watch?" In some town somewhere in America he'd come across a watch-maker who'd sold him a pocket watch that looked like the kind a man like Shane Vernand would appreciate. Now, however, he wasn't sure if he'd ever taken it to the post office. "Some time ago... sometime in... 2008? Pre-Lehman."