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What.


The fuck.

Collective workers, former workers, wearers of collars both white and blue, members of the lower classes of all times and places and meanings, both proletariat and bourgeoisie, in short, all of us who remain uncrowned by birth and unhallowed by genealogy, UNITE!

We shall gather in the field and discuss our lives, our work, the meaning of our toil. We shall gaze over the garden wall upon the idylls of these idle monarchs, and debate the wastefulness of maintaining an hereditary governing system in the modern era. We shall institute a Parliament and a Guillotine, and I will bring enough red hats for everyone to wear, but you'll have to find your own pitchforks.

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Heavy.

Uh, so uh... I just had the weirdest dream, where I was flying my car... and it crashed into this blue box, and I passed out, now I'm in a tropical bedroom talking through this thing?

... Right, so I'm not dreaming. ... So I hit a blue box.

...

Damn it! I'M GOING TO MISS BRAVE!

So I'm here because some cosmic genius named Coppertin, or Coppertop, or... whatever... decided I need a vacation? I didn't even get to bring my swim trunks.

Whatever, do I get Showtime...?

Mysterio, you owe me a movie ticket.

So it's not a castle. It's not just 100 bucks and a "go get a job if you want more" but it's a unlimited credit card.

Jeff Winger, you have hit the jackpot.

I SHALL RULE THIS ISLAND WITH AN IRON FIST

WITH PSMITH AT MY SIDE