“Thatperformance. I’ve seen sexier overweight housewives! What the fuck are you playing at Polly?” “I’m not playing at anything. I’m just...doing my job George.” She replied as she downed the vodka and poured herself another one. “Well maybe you need an incentive like the one Dave gave you last night!” George grabbed her arm and reaching for his belt buckle. “Let go of me!” Polly screamed, dropping her glass on the floor as she struggled to free herself from his grip. The glass broke into tiny. She was obviously trying to make sense of her surroundings, looking up to the gallery where Freddie and the others were looking down. The first girl's companion seemed just as confused when she was freed from her crate. Freddie watched closely as the lid was removed and the top slab of foam prised away. It really was fascinating, the way that the material expanded to fit so exactly around the form of whatever was within.The fit was so close that Sarah found it difficult to extricate her from. .. All of them that we’ll be using that is.”“You mean like middle-busters, breaking plows, planters, disks, cultivators and such?”“Those and fertilizer distributors too. Do you think you and your son could make it work?”“If it can be done – we can do it. We’d first have to know how the implements would hitch up to your tractor and how much turning room you’d need at the ends of the rows.”My next question made him laugh, “If we bring a tractor over here and leave it a few days, could you tell. .. Aren't You here to enforce morality? Is it some sort of trick game, like I have my own free will but if I don't use it in the good way I will burn in hell and the whole world will be drowned in a flood again?"No, I'm done with all this morality bullshit. Listen, just because I created you and the whole universe you live in doesn't mean I'm necessarily always right. And just because someone atribute a quote to Me doesn't mean it's true. Yeah, there's been some times I overreacted because some.