It is almost closing time. Then I will politely expell this fool. This college-trained Marxist with his unanchored ideals floating above his head like helium balloons.
Orange helium balloons.
The poison has made its way into that one tonight. It speaks for his poor stupid mouth. He has turned an unsatisfactory job into a cause. If he gave a rat's ass, he would do something more than grouse at closing time as he dented his head so that he might awaken early and amnesiac.
Lousy film school dropout.
What more would he do? He would blow up the factory. Kick the poison right in its money.