Savages

59

Ben’s fucking had it.

Reached the limits of his hydrocrisy.

Goes off on a rant:

Let’s cut the shit, shall we? You guys are here at the behest of an organization that cut off seven people’s heads, and you’re talking like you’re from Goldman Sachs? You represent a regime that murders and tortures and you sit here and lecture me about my business practices? You’re going to increase profits by coercing me to sell at a low price—that’s all, that’s your genius “business plan”—and now you want me to eat your shit and call it caviar? You can put a thug in an expensive suit and what you get is a well-dressed thug, so let’s not pretend that this is anything other than what it is, extortion.

Nevertheless—

You want our marijuana business? You got it.

We can’t fight you, don’t want to fight you. We surrender.

Hasta la.

Vaya con.

AMF.

(Adios, motherfuckers.)