"You want answers?"

"I think I’m entitled to them."

"You want answers?"

"I want the truth."

"YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH! Son, we have a transportation system that needs highways. And the information has to be provided with websites. Who’s gonna do it? You? Tom from Ohio? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You honor Comrade Yamamoto, and you curse Carl Rogers. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that the drivers I sent against LLBs and others, while tragic, probably were the reason our road information is updated. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, brought the information on the roads…. You don’t want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don’t talk about on Usenet, you want me sending out those drivers. You need me sending out those drivers. You use words like Road Ends, I-99, Sine Salad…you use these words as the backbone to your arrogant, delusional existence. I use them to observe roads. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the transportation information I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I’d rather you just said, ‘Thank you,’ and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a map and a set of car keys. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you’re entitled to!"

"Did you send photographers on the freeway?"

"I did what you asked me to do."

"Did you send photographers on the freeway?"

"YOU’RE…DAMN RIGHT I DID!"

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