An idiot couldn't have wasted my time as, shall I say, elaborately as you've done." Though, I'm not even sure you're that much of an idiot. The man swiveled his chair to look out the window, and Thom took this chance to quickly dab his forehead of sweat with his tie. I finally see that you intend to waste my time with your, your…" "Mister Nack, I believe I understand what you're trying to do." "It's, um, it's a scathing critique on how corporations and mass marketing shove us, as individuals, to hating ourselves, providing useless junk to make us feel better, bringing our society as a whole to nothing more than apathetic slaves to capitalism, it's ironic! Well, I guess what I'm trying-" "Yes, yes, I'm, uh, quite aware! Just, think about it, sir! I'm sure it's clear to a man so wise as you." You are aware our main product is merchandising for kids' shows, right?" "I don't think you'll ever find a market for this, uh, 'Japanese style cartoon' of yours. He stretched his hand across the table to grasp the pitcher of water, poured himself another glass, and brought the jittering cup to his lips. It had only been twenty minutes since the meeting started, but Thom's throat had gone dry already. Thom shrugged his shoulders forward to get his coatsleeves up a little before adjusting his tie. Silence hung in the room as the executive's glare shot through him.
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