Esme: Testing, testing...

Grant: I thought you banned electricity for the proletariat. Does she have a loicense for that microphone?

Esme: Get them out of our heads! Get them out of our bodies! We are done talking we demand it!

Esme: Better to die free than live in the invasion of the body snatchers!

Xander: Since when did I reproduce and become a 'them'?

Thought(Grant): You have to ask?

Esme: I know we all came out here to speak a little truth to power...But I've got some serious things to say to you today. Things that you won't want to hear.

Esme: I'm going to start with a story--one that only you can write the ending to.

Esme: The story is a myth that started thousands of years ago. --you all know the one. We're all about to wallow in materialism in its honor in a few days--it's a narrative that's held the western world under its influence ever since.

Esme: The idea that the privileged...the strong, the beautiful...could tell everyone else what to do. --and men like him didn't need to hear the idea twice.

Grant: She's a wannabe geologist. Goes beachcombing and things like that.

Xander: Yeah, I lasered her eyes at the clinic three years ago. Those glasses don't have lenses in them.

Esme: The entire world has existed in oppression and suffering from that moment to this. Ruled by people who hate.

Esme: Have you ever seen Vespasian Xander, our troll Evil Overlord? I'll never forget it, I doubt anyone could. It was my first day on Eynhallow.

Grant: Eugene, are you redirecting their attention or something?

Xander: Not particularly. You'd be surprised how few people would pay enough attention to recognize me.

Esme: Everything about him is pale, colorless white. His eyes, I've never figured that out, but I guess he's blind or something. He's old and he's really tall and he looks down his nose at everyone.

Xander: Shut up Rhelan I'm trying to listen.

Esme: But I want to talk about those eyes because if he's not physically blind, he's spiritually blind, and warped, and stunted, in a way that you and I will never have to experience.

Esme: He's warped by his own bigotry into his own tiny world and it's sucked all the color out of his skin.

Esme: And they're all like that. Don't doubt how much they envy your vibrancy and color! He's supposed to have all this power, but have you ever seen him use it?

Esme: Have you ever seen him help a struggling child learn to read? or feed one of the beggars who've taken refuge from his gulag labor? Lend a hand to a community in need? Paint a few houses? Sweep a few sidewalks?

Esme: No! His power is used to build a European palace out of stone. And a golf course that destroys the natural environment!

Xander: Seriously? I thought our prep schools did better with the young people than this.

Grant: They're under-funded. You didn't sign the bill everyone was working on last session. Too much pork, you said.

Xander: Screw the kids, I have enough trouble keeping the parents in line.

Grant: You're the boss, boss.

Xander: Oh yes sir Brigadier General Grant, sir.