Do you need a job?
You've surely got so much stuff to pay for.
You've got so much stuff you need.
iPods and McGriddles do not grow on trees.
I think you might need a job, if you don't have one already.
You've surely got so much stuff you have to have.
(gasoline, red bull, electricity, and cable TV)
Will you work for $6 an hour?
No fucking way! Fuck you!
How about $40 a day?
No fucking way!
75 cents per bushel?
No fucking way!
Will you relocate?
Are you fucking crazy? That's not enough!
That's not enough?
That's not enough!
That's not enough?
How about you pay me instead.
Pay me two thousand dollars.
So, I can drop you off in the middle of the desert at night.
It's not as bad as it sounds; just bring some bottles of water with you.
You'll be just fine if you find a town before the sun comes up.
You'll be just fine.
Are you a strong swimmer?
Do you work well in the heat?
How strong is your back?
Do you know how to use a sod-cutter?
You say you don't want my job, but how easily the tables may turn,
when the birth right of privilege is not on your side.