Alright but I need SOM<—E— clowns to run this circus. I could, in theory run the circus myself, but I really R<—E—E—LLY don't want to. I'd have to wear make up and all.
My sense of duty is going to stop me. Not to mention the GMCP. Apparently we HAV<—E— to source metals reliably somehow until we strike a mining planet. (TT~TT)
My freedom to do whatever the fuck I want is limited by the fact that it relies on other people doing whatever the fuck they have to. It is hard to enjoy the sweet grubloafs of life if there is nobody to bake them because there is no more ground grain.