"Cut." Jason flips a hand up. "Boo hoo, Thorston. They don't care how much you've put up with. No one here cares about how much you put up with except maybe those Avoxes who'll have to start changing the sheets if you wet the bed."

He gets up (the monkey jumps off his shoulder and to the backrest of the couch) and paces, gesturing with his cigarette. "What you're doing now is telling them that it doesn't matter if you lose, because you can get back up again. Well, they can't. They're going to starve."

He gets right up in Ruffnut's face, leaning in and poking at her with his cigarette. "They're going to die because of your stupidity. Now do it again."