Narration(Grant):I'm always marching these hallways. It's better to move and take action. In transit. Not stagnant. Never stagnant.

Narration(Grant): I've got that signed contract he demanded.

Narration(Grant): Because I signed every page myself.

Narration(Grant): Deliver it then I can go home. I'll get some decent meat from the butcher for dinner.

Xander: We have no need of your regulations you losers!

Xander: You robotic slime minion! I've seen cats with greater intellectual capacity than your calf's brain. I need a tranny for a 1967 Mercedes and a thousand sheep.

Xander(Offscreen): How hard is this to understand, you subhuman parasite?

Xander: I told you we're fine. Just leave me alone! I've always hated you people. Why can't you put me through to the secretary?

Xander: Hello Hillary. I understand. But you've heard wrong. There's nothing going on here that I'm not 100% in control of.

Grant(thought): Sure you are. You liar.

Grant(thought): And I hope you can hear me from across the room.

Xander: Ok, give me a couple of bulkers of rocks or something. I could use it to get the children breaking ashlar to fix the road I tore up when the sewage main failed.

Xander: Keep 'em out of the chimneys, right? And a thousand sheep.

Grant(thought): Eynhallow's problems aren't the secretary's. Do you wonder when she'll catch on? The last one believed your antics for quite some time.

Xander: I don't want your money! I don't need your money! I don't care! I need a thousand sheep!

Narration(Grant): One day... I'll end this ridiculous farce.

Xander: What do you mean animal cruelty?

Narration(Grant): But not today.

Narration(Grant): Today, I'm going to go extort a decent cut of meat out of the butcher.