Today, my shuffling horde, I wish to give you more culture than a petri dish. As you toil at your pointless drudge work, ask yourself: why am I doing this when I could be learning to be an accomplised musician like this?:
Then recall: “Oh yeah! It’s because of that iron shackle on my leg bolted to the wall of this fetid underground factory complex and the fact that I can’t read music by the glow of molten metal. Also, the scourgings at the first sign of music or happiness put a crimp on things too. But it’s my due sacrifice and I am content.” Keep thinking about the contentment part. My inspectors will be by for a surprise visit to make sure there are no disloyal thoughts occurring.
That is all!