“Okay, I’ll bite,” he says as he heads to the fridge. “What’s the question?” “All right, so you’re a Nazi—” “Fuck that,” he interjects. “Let me finish, will ya? You’re a Nazi, and Hitler has just ordered you to commit an act that goes against everything you believe in. Do you say, cool beans, boss, I’ll kill all these people for you, or do you say fuck off, and risk getting killed yourself?” “I tell him to fuck off.” Tuck pauses.
