"Come on. We all feel it. The big guys, they killed the world long ago.. And yet they keep us all slaving away with the promise it's all still alive. I mean, admit it, you can barely pay your bills, while their money makes money. You drag recycling to the curb while they ride in private jets that tear the sky apart. You struggle to hold this system together that does nothing for you, doing the right thing so they can do the wrong one? Because all of those ideals, those dreams you're toiling for? They're dead. Progress is dead. History is dead. Truth is dead. So how about we all just admit it's dead and relax so the pin can hit that sweet little spot? Let's all live in that one split second of ecstasy. Feast on the giant's scraps. And because Batman turned down his invite. I'm offering invitations to all of you. Hundred of millions of dollars. All up for grabs. Welcome to the party, Gotham."