first of all i'm sorry mister for getting mad at you for something you had no control over and did not even do. i just wanted to rescue you, though you may not even have needed rescue and it could have been a little play about rescue from a simple dilemma. r. says don't worry about the scratch for god's sake, and silly me, i cry. it's about everything we can't control, the government hate of immigrants and citizens alike, the government that is supposed to be people taking care of people and instead is taking care of business of the most deadly kind, killing people and stealing land and resources, poisoning food, it's the utter disregard for life and sustainability, it's our own system destroying us. and it's the floor that was unscratched a minute before.