“What do you mean by spying on my company’s meeting like this?” “I just want to get killed onstage, sir.” “Fuck the stage. Come here and I’ll grant your wish right now.” “He means,” said Jean, “that we promised him a bit part in exchange for helping us sell off some surplus horseflesh.” “Oh,” said Moncraine. “An enthusiast. I’d be very pleased to help you die onstage. Stay on my good side and it can even be pretend.” “Uh, thank you, sir.”
