Character: Madeleine Usher

And all these stupid people, Roderick... If you don’t want Ligadon, don’t buy it. If you don't want to get hooked, don't lean on it. They are angry that we made it available and desirable. You idiots, this is our job! These people... First they want a cheap lunch in five minutes, and then they whine that it's made of crap and plastic. McDonald's would only serve coleslaw if people ate it. It's there, but people don't buy it. We'll do research on AIDS, diabetes and heart disease, but first we'll figure out how to make old penises stand five minutes longer. What is the market share of sluggish members, Roderick? Sixty, seventy percent of the market belongs to the pharmaceutical industry? That year the Pentagon spent eighty-three million on Viagra. Meanwhile, the fucking Supreme Court is doing its thing: overturning women's constitutional right to abortion, taking away not only their choice, but their future, their potential. We turn men into inseminators, and women into factories producing what? - poor labor force. Which one will spend what? - the little that earns for consumption. And what desires do we inspire in them? - at home, which they cannot afford. Cars that poison the air. Disposable plastic. Clothes made by hungry children in third world countries. And they want it all so badly that they beg, scream, insist. And the problem... is us? These stupid monsters, these money-grubbers, these greedy mouths. They blame you and me for everything. They themselves invented us. They always needed us. So you and I have nothing to embarrass, brother. It's time to pay. So let’s not hide in the basement as if we have something to be ashamed of. No. Not for us. You and me against the world. Let death itself appear! If she wants damn Madeleine Usher, she should look me in the eye first.