“When in the course of human events it becomes necessary to break the political Bands which tie one people to another…”

He stopped.

“I can’t do this anymore. The Declaration was not a speech!”

“It’s like a speech.”

“But it’s not. And Thomas Jefferson wasn’t a warrior-poet.”

“He’s like a warrior-poet.”

“Not helpful. Even more importantly, the British Empire wasn’t a robocracy…”

“It’s-”

“It wasn’t even like a robocracy.”

“They had silly hats.”

“… True. And guns. Shiny guns.”

“And an enormous clock attached to their seat of government.”

“Sort of a steampunk robocracy.”

“Without the steam. Clockpunk, even.”

“They eventually had steam. And diesel.”

“And nuclear power.”

“Like the French.”

“… You’re fired.”

“I already quit, you can’t fire me.”

“You have to give back the katana.”

“Make me.”

“I’ll make your mom make you.”

“I’ll make your mom make you not.”

“Dude, my mom’s dead!”

“I know.”

“Er. Thomas Jefferson wouldn’t raise the dead.”

“Oh, no, he wouldn’t. Blah.”