>>6395663KING KRAB points to FAMINE who had taken to the dancefloor in a fit of tarantism, stomping and hooting and lurching. He seems to be staring at a point beyond FAMINE, speaking to the air, and not just about one silly little robot woman. "What man would not be a dancer if he could? It's a great thing, the dance. An impressive choreography, I must say."
He turns back to GAMBLER. "I have entertained notions of relating to FAMINE in the romantic way, but she ultimately reminds me too much of my coworker to continue that endeavor. Imagine, for a moment, entrusting FAMINE with a gun. Yes, GAMBLER, that is what I said. A gun. And not just that but entrusting FAMINE with a gun to act as the instrument of deliberate, state-sanctioned violence. That was my coworker. We parted on good terms."
KING KRAB lets out a mirthless chuckle. "Fiat iustitia, et pereat mundus. The scale always tips to one side. No justice is found without blood. Any interaction with justice ends with death. If you value your life or your possessions or your flesh possessions, don't interact with justice. Unless you know the 'buddy buddy scale values you enough to tilt the other way.' Familiarity breeds contempt and camaraderie in equal measure."
KING KRAB turns his back on GAMBLER and looks for someone in the crowd. "There's no point in talking further. Nemo potest praecise cogi ad factum."
