...not without incident.
Look at you! Look at you...
Then you know what I'm going to do now?
Tetragrammaton. There's nothing we can't do.
I pay it gladly.
...without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking.
But I being poor, have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I assume you dream Preston?
It's just a vestigial word for a feeling you've never felt.
You clean, we'll sweep.
Cleric, I can only hope one day to be as uncompromising as you.
You ask him for it.
Mind the uniform, cleric. I plan to be wearing it for a long time...
It's not the message that is important but our obedience to it.
Be careful, Preston. You're treading on my dreams.
A nearly unforgivable lapse, Cleric. I trust you'll be more vigilant in the future.
You really should learn to knock.
The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly.
Libria, I congratulate you. At last peace reigns in the heart of man. At last war is but a word whose meaning fades from our understanding. At last, we are whole. Librians, there is a disease in the heart of man. Its symptom is hate. Its symptom is anger. Its symptom is rage. Its symptom is war. The disease is human emotion. But Libria, I congratulate you, for there is a cure for this disease. At the cost of the dizzying highs of human emotion, we have suppressed its abysmal lows. And you, as a society, have embraced this cure. Prozium. Now we are at peace with ourselves and human kind is one. War is gone. Hate, a memory. We are our own conscience now, and it is this conscience that guides us to rate EC-10, for emotional content, all those things that might tempt us to feel, again, and destroy them. Librians, you have won. Against all odds, and your own natures. You, have, survived.
Prozium - The great nepenthe. Opiate of our masses. Glue of our great society. Salve and salvation, it has delivered us from pathos, from sorrow, the deepest chasms of melancholy and hate. With it, we anesthetize grief, annihilate jealousy, obliterate rage. Those sister impulses towards joy, love, and elation are anesthetized in stride, we accept as fair sacrifice. For we embrace Prozium in its unifying fullness and all that it has done to make us great.