... (Please do. It's awfully dusty in here.)
By communists? By Hitler? Who is brainwashing you? I will wash your brain back to normal if you give me the chance.
(Brainwashed way too hard.)
Subdued by who? Have you turned communist?
... (Mind has been subdued.)
Very good. You are a great addition to my organization. I need professors. You wouldn't be interested in the job, would you?
Yes, Master...
I haven't contacted you for two years, and for good reason. My friend, I have established an academy in your honor. It's called the Goddamn Eastwood Academy of Awesomeness. You must join. You must take part in the group dedicated to you.
Alright, but you're missing out...
I refuse to try anything that I haven't tried before November 14, 2003. That was my cutoff date.
It's a popular fad. Maybe you should try it.
What's up with all you Inorite people? That's the third time somebody's said that to me.
Inorite? But the wrench-throwers keep on coming in droves, and they never seem to shoot their eyes out.
You know, throwing wrenches can be a very dangerous thing.
You could plan fifteen years ahead of time. Something will always be there to throw a wrench into those plans. It's much better to plan as you go. Less mistakes, less tragedies, less pain.
