You want fried potatoes? I tell you we're all deep-fried cause the people in control don't give a damn U err me. All they want is their hamburgers delivered on time with the right amount ah lettuce 'n buns neatly sliced. Who cares if ketchup spills on kitchen floors or employees work at sub-standard wages? Does any one worry whether the bovine crap has weird hormones or napkins are from rainforests or tomatoes argh genetically spliced? You want Order #6, right? OK bud - you asked for it. Have a wonderful day!

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Kris:	Massive indifference: isn't that the root of most problems?
Tim:	Yes. Capitalism itself is a proces of systematic uncaring. If people become commodities who think only of themselves, society as a whole has no core values to foster greatness.
Sam:	Yeah. Yeah. I've heard that crap before. When's the next cartoon?