Country Club Spam
[He writes his name on the tournament list for golf. He's standing in the main room ordering his drink from the very pretty cocktail waitress and looks around to see the rest of the room full of people. Carson and Guerra sit and joke together across the way, a few months ago he was working in their mailroom. Stark's there too, a couple of the Avengers are. There are so many rich and famous faces here. They're schmoozing each other, enjoying the day. It's no wonder they don't do shit; they don't see shit. They're enjoying top shelf bourbon and laughing about sports together while the rest of the city falls to pieces.
He doesn't blame them, not anymore. They do the best they can. He was idle before too but they helped light the fire under his ass. Now he's here to make some changes. He sees the empty podium set up to kick off the golf tournament this afternoon and goes up with his drink, tapping his glass to get their attention. He checks the mic] Is this thing on? [It's not, so he'll just have to project] Good afternoon everyone. I figured I should introduce myself to those of you who don't know me. My name is Mark Ruffin, the newest member of the Stepford Billionaires Club. A couple of months ago I was a mailworker at Carson and Guerra trying to support my daughter on that salary. [He chuckles and shakes his head] It was tough, I'm not going to lie, but situations change. But golly would you look at me, standing here talking to the biggest CEOs in the town and the Avengers. My daughter has posters all up in her room of you guys. She was one of the only kids I knew who looked forward to fitness tests because every year without fail, they'd show Captain America.
Now, I know what you're thinking, did the new guy just come up on stage and interrupt all of our conversations to talk about his life story? Truth is, I've been doing a lot of that recently, so bear with me. The point I'm trying to make is that things change. All of you winners, you "elite", you guys enjoy your tournaments and your power while you can because I guarantee your situation's gonna be changing. [He feels the tension in the room and it fuels him.] So I got one question for you to sit and think on as you all enjoy your games. When the last tree's fallen and the animal can't hide anymore --money won't solve it; what's your alibi?