"Haha! A revolutionary! You, young man, are a..." He faltered. "Whatever-the-hell-you-are after my own heart! Cast down the oligarchy! BREAK FREE OF THE SHACKLES OF TEDIUM THAT FETTER HUMANITY TO ITS LURKING MASTERS IN THE DARK! SIC SEMPER TYRANNUS, YOU UNCONSCIONABLE MOTHERFUCKERS-"

Somewhere, mid-rant, a sword had come out, an ornate two-handed affair that in spite of its toylike appearance, in the circumstances, still found its way into an approaching clockwork. "Truly, there is no finer aspiration."