Boss [covered in tears, cigar and pacifier hanging out of mouth, to
   street rioter]: [sob] "Street rioter," [sob] "why don't you love
   covering up my crimes?"
   Boss looks at them plaintively, hopeful.
   Street rioter: "Who are you? I mean honestly I'd be up for trying it
   out, but I don't want my body and brain repurposed for robot parts or
   anything."
   Boss [sobs at economist]: "They don't like my personal immortality
   project." [sobs] "They don't want my resurrection program!"
   Boss [turning to another rioter]: "Why don't you want me to kidnap you
   and rip your body and brain apart for robot parts?"
   Street rioter 2: "I mean honestly I might try it but every now and then
   I want to choose where I buy things from, you know?"
   Boss [sobbing, collapsing toward economist]: "I don't understand! I
   don't understand!"