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   Evening.
   Boss is sitting on a street corner, holding a teddy bear with a
   pacifier in his mouth, bawling and bawling and bawling.
   On the other side of the street is a BossCorp Corner Store, completely
   engulfed in flame. People are running amock wearing medical masks,
   yelling slogans like "I'm not so sure about Boss!" and "There are
   weapons corporations a little better than Well-Respected Psionic
   Weaponry Corporation!"
   Boss sobs and sobs and sobs.
   An economist cleanup worker who has been mostly turned into a robot
   comes over to console Boss.
   Boss [sucking on pacifier, holding teddy bear tightly]: "These plebs
   don't love me. They don't love my businesses. They don't love covering
   up my crimes. I don't know what to do." Boss sobs and sobs and sobs!
   Economist: "It's okay. We'll get through this. Things will get better."
   Boss keeps sobbing and the economist holds him, rocking him while
   singing a lullaby.
   Street rioter: "Sometimes I think of other businesses and other
   billionaires!"
   Boss sobs and sobs and the economist holds him.
   Economist: "Lullaby, lullaby, all these things will get better.
   Lullaby, lullaby, wait on the morrow moon."
   Street rioter: "Occasionally I want to make things myself rather than
   buy them from Boss!"
   Boss's pacifier quivers as he clamps down on it.