They're shutting down the departments one by one. When will it be our turn? Soon, soon! It's a wonder they haven't closed us yet. But they're coming, the axe men. And they're raising their axes higher, ever higher.
There's nothing left for us. Nothing left to do except drink and dance. He'll drink, W. says, and I'll dance. – 'Go on, fat boy, dance'.
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