“Yeah, it’s obvious I was wrong about invading Iraq for NAMBLA. It turns out we’re actually here to set up a forward Starbucks. Christ, look, we’ve already inserted our Fruity Barista. Thank you very much. Now all we need is some shitty fucking music playing like Norah Jones, a couple of high-school girls getting super fat on iced lattes, a homeless guy trying to scam the key to the restroom, and some faggot writing his novel on a laptop.”