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A bespectacled poindexter weasels his way to the front of the crowd. "Of course the fruits of our labour are imperfect, we're operating on mere pennies a day." He pats his pocket protector reassuringly. "If our laboratories had more funding we could produce super-foods! Just think of the opportunities, not only would our populace never go hungry again, we could create an army of sapient cabbages to rule the world!" He is escorted away by security, laughing maniacally.

"Screw the west Pacific! It's awful and terrible and I hate it!" "But..." "Wow you didn't even need a scope for that snipe I'm reporting you."

*COOOKIES!*

*waves, accepts rum, glitters you twice, then passes over a glitter free cookie*