“No, no, I get that,” said the man. “I mean, are you Republicans or Democrats?” “The earth shall burst like a fat boil and denizens of shadow shall lick the marrow from the bones of the idle!” shouted the Hand. “Who cares for your paltry government?” “I’m a taxpayer. I care,” said the man. The Mouth intervened. “What my associate is trying to say is that we hope to end existence as we know it before the next election cycle.” “Oh. Not interested,” said the man. He deposited his pamphlet in a nearby trashcan as he walked away. It was already overflowing with identical pamphlets.
