Keep up your hardcore ways and they'll have you in a bulletproof box, facing a tribunal for the crime of 'getting results'.

Keep up your hardcore ways and they'll have you in a bulletproof box, facing a tribunal for the crime of 'getting results'.

I don't plead, I demand a guilty verdict.

Oh, you'll get yours. When the squishes put you up against the wall, they'll be the ones shivering.

Not enough slots.

It's not possible to live this way.

Not for a coward, at any rate.

Time to face facts, Hershel. There aren't many who can do what you do. They're too unfocused, inept, distracted by soft matters.

But not you. You're the rarest class: Hardcore Spy.

What's so hard about the 'hardcore spy'?

Stop playing dumb, Hersh. Take the elevator inside you to the place where your emotions are supposed to be. What do you see there?

Nothing.

Bingo. Just a stained mattress, some takeout containers and a couple of trophies. Hardcore.

Just don't spend too much time there alone, you might blow your brains out.

A perfectly normal, healthy emotional spectrum?

No, you slow cunt. There's nothing but a stained mattress, a handgun, some takeout containers, and a couple trophies. Hardcore.

Fuck your elevator, just fuck me down the shaft.

Exactly! You think normal spies say shit like that? Hardcore.

About time someone noticed.

History's over. The tyrants and visionaries are gone. Now it's all fact-checkers, HR Departments, and 'international ethics tribunals'.

Proposals to put assets through empathy-effacing conditioning protocols have been stymied by 'humanist' elements within the Operant bureau, creating a generation of vulnerable, emotionally-compromised spies.

Massive losers.

Their insides are full of tastefully upholstered furniture and photographs of dear colleagues. You don't go for that shit.

That's not true, I have photos of my old friends too.

Why? What's there to miss? If the tool no longer suits the task, get better tools.

I'm way better off without them.

That's right, Hershel. Fuck the cunts. Put them on a one-way tram to Squish Central.

I appreciate facts and ethics, in moderation.

Tools of repression for the Weak Regime to use on those who make things happen in this world.

No more thinking, I've got spy-shit to do.

See? You're too hardcore to even think about how hardcore you are.

Weird, I thought I was very subtle and multifaceted.

Extremely softcore statements. Beneath you.