This was supposed to be it, Matt. These higher heads, these inflated balloons, those dollar dancers? What the hell do they know about popped seams and rewashed plastic cups?

You sure about that? You speak for everyone else? Because with a runaway this steep, I’m thinkin’ the streets could use a refresher course.

Five thousand, supplementary. You’d still have half the city voting independent, and the other half scared about tomorrow; it’s a lose-lose either way you mix it. The people’s true colors showed up. Now’s as good a time as any to be taking hits, and it’s an even better time to throw in. This one hurt, and they knew... they understood. I can’t fight that.