The thing with revolutions, they're a tender flame. They need to be nurtured with a little kindling and warmth. Bit of oxygen. Oxygen. One sure way to put it out is to smother it.
— It's appalling. Still, if you abandon your moral judgment, it can be fun.
— So are you having fun?
— I'm the Head Game-maker. Fun is my job.
— Thought that was what happened to Seneca Crane. Too much fun.
— Seneca decided to quit breathing.
