Owned and Unpaid

(shh, tsk-tsk,

dum-dum)

"Just sign here, here,

and here."

"What now?" "Well,

now that you've signed the waiver,

we put you to work."

"Oh,

cool.

What's my pay?" "Pay?" "Who said you'd be paid,

sir?"

"Well, that's how a job works."

"Not in Halcyon, sir.

Your pay is what you're worth." "What am I worth,

then?" "Not a lot."

"Yo, I can't work under these conditions,

man!" "Well, sounds like we have ourselves a dissenter."

"What?!

No!

I just wanna BREATHE EASILY!

Do you know how--"

"Guards, throw him with the rest!" "NO!

NOOOO--"

"Roseway is under attack,

why aren't you sending anyone to help!?"

"Well, sir, we have priorities."

"What,

like tending to those soft bitches in Byzantium?"

"Well,

I mean--"

"I have had enough!

I quit!" "Can't

do that sir."

"What do you mean?"

"You cant quit.

We OWN you."

"That's impossible!

I never agreed to this!"

(tsk-tsk-tsk) "Right here sir,

article seven.

You signed it." "What!?"

"I think we have another dissenter.

Guards,

bring him to Chairman Rockwell!" "Yes,

Minister Clarke!" "NO! NO,

LET GO OF ME!

NNNOOOO!!!"

"They just never

learn to stop complaining,

do they, Janet?" "They do

not,

Brad. They do not."