are you kidding? me? i run out to check an the t-bill rates, i get out of breath. hey, really. you're gonna make my user, mr. henderson, really mad. he's a full branch manager.
uh, thanks, but.  i don't even know what i'm doing here.
sure, if i don't have a user, then who wrote me?
crom.
it's murder out there. you can't even travel around your own microcircuits without permission from that master control creep. hauling me down here to play games. who does he calculate he is?
you ever see that guy in action? hundred-percent independent. mcp couldn't tell him what to --
what's wrong? what did i say?
oh my user. tron--they've got you in here?
you think you're gonna wipe me right out, don't you?