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[Godot is flipping through the last few pages of his NV feed as he holds a cup of coffee, relaxing on his couch in casual clothes. For him, anyway, which means he's still in a button-up shirt with his jeans. At last he shakes his head, setting the NV on the coffee table to film him.]
Ha...! The bitter stench of fanaticism.
To be so consumed with an idea that it warps you, robs you of your senses and drives away that which makes you human. Nothing more than a bunch of animals, working on animal instincts, behaving like animals.
[He pauses thoughtfully, taking a long sip of coffee.]
There's never been a criminal, never been a drop of blood spilled that wasn't done in the name of fanaticism. That's one of my rules.
And now all falls quiet on the dark city, but never for long. How long until the next shadow casts itself from the alleys, until the next surge of misplaced passion that falls down on our heads?
If you let it percolate too long, the brew only turns more bitter.
[Godot punctuates his sentence with a long, dramatic sip of coffee, finishing off his mug and setting it down on the table with a clank. His lips press together thoughtfully and for a long, long moment, he appears deep in meditation on something. At last, he looks back at the NV, ready to share these profound musings of his.]
I haven't had a good taco in ages.
Ha...! The bitter stench of fanaticism.
To be so consumed with an idea that it warps you, robs you of your senses and drives away that which makes you human. Nothing more than a bunch of animals, working on animal instincts, behaving like animals.
[He pauses thoughtfully, taking a long sip of coffee.]
There's never been a criminal, never been a drop of blood spilled that wasn't done in the name of fanaticism. That's one of my rules.
And now all falls quiet on the dark city, but never for long. How long until the next shadow casts itself from the alleys, until the next surge of misplaced passion that falls down on our heads?
If you let it percolate too long, the brew only turns more bitter.
[Godot punctuates his sentence with a long, dramatic sip of coffee, finishing off his mug and setting it down on the table with a clank. His lips press together thoughtfully and for a long, long moment, he appears deep in meditation on something. At last, he looks back at the NV, ready to share these profound musings of his.]
I haven't had a good taco in ages.