Savage, man. Savage.
The casual brutality onscreen there is appalling. I’ve been there, you know. St. Paul, that is. I’ve walked the mean corridors of its cruel in-door shopping thoroughfares. And I moved closer to the heart of darkness that is snow-covered Minnesota, I’ve wondered to myself: Can no-one else see their insidious plan? People are never this nice, en masse! They have to be planning something!
I’ve… I’ve said too much.