Royce didn't understand why he was even entertaining this ridiculous reporter.

Seriously, he never thought he'd be accommodating an N54 reporter, of all fucking people, at the Totentanz, for fuck's sake.

The Totentanz was a club for hardcore fanatics, crazy rioters, and borderline cyberpsychos—not plain gonks who answer to corpocunts on the daily.

But it's whatever, Royce supposes. Just this once should be alright.

"One more question," he grunts, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Then you're out."