"Meanwhile, let the rest of 'em have their fun, eh Jake?"
"Look, Mister, I been thinking. Maybe you better gimme back that kick-stick you taken outa my gun...."
"Sorry, Jake; no can do. Tell me, what was the real cause of the revolution? Not enough to eat? Too much regimentation?"
"Naw, we always got plenty to eat. There wasn't none of that regimentation up till I joined up in the corporal's army."
"Rigid class structure, maybe? Educational discrimination?"
Jake nodded. "Yeah, it was them schools done it. All the time trying to make a feller do some kind of class. Big shots. Know it all. Gonna make us sit around and view tapes. Figgered they was better than us."
"And Sozier's idea was you'd take over, and you wouldn't have to be bothered."
"Aw, it wasn't Sozier's idea. He ain't the big leader."
"Where does the big leader keep himself?"
"I dunno. I guess he's pretty busy right now." Jake snickered. "Some of them guys call themselves colonels turned out not to know nothing about how to shoot off the guns."