Breaking Point - A TV Lover's Worst Nightmare

[Zahzi]

"That makes you PROPERTY!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It makes you a bad person!"  

[Zahzi]

"Still property!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"If I'm just an item to buy, then where's my bar code? Everything has one of those! And what makes me any different from you that I have to be the slave?!"  

[Zahzi]

"Tattoo." Alan grunted.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"That's not a bar code, you idiot." Abagail growled as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Do you make ANY legal purchases?"  

[Zahzi]

"That tattoo IS your bar code!" Alan exclaimed.
"Why else do you think you had to get it!?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"No. That is a disgusting mark brought on by your even more disgusting society."  

[Zahzi]

"Yeah. Your. Bar. Code."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It's a tattoo! A bar code is made up of bars and numbers!!"  

[Zahzi]

"Then why did they put it on you, and then used it to find you later?" Alan asked, with a dull stare.

"Besides, not ALL property has a bar-code."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Obviously it's how your ******** up city decides who does and doesn't get to have a life!"  

[Zahzi]

"I'm at least trying to GIVE you a somewhat normal life."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Slavery and molesting is NOT normal!"  

[Zahzi]

"Do you have to work until your fingers bleed? Are you rounded up with the others in a basement? No. I treat you like normal people. The molesting seems to be the only way you LEARN."