We never fix anyone. We never save anyone. All we do is push the s*** to another corner of the room so people have space enough to build fresh s*** and make money. That’s the only thing that ever happens, someone spends a dollar and makes ten or a hundred or a thousand. But the people? All those s***ted-up souls I policed all those years and all that mess, they just hang on. Every day the same, until we need the ground they’re standing on, then we move them along.