Yeah, we pay fore the water that flows

In this state of fervor we are suppose to be harvestable to oblivion. The elite and cronies are fucking baffled at how the spigot has lost it's pressure to go along.

Fleece'em if you've got'em! Every fleece for themselves. Hey, whatz' this, they're stopping US and bleeding in dire straights at the same time. It's impossible.