Reeeeeeeeeeeeee! [Archer Post Lution Promo]

Later in the afternoon we found ourselves at a man up market risk management firm. Inside there can be a lot of shouting, there’s quite clearly an argument going on about settling a claim.

???: Do you not know who I am? I will buy and sell your underwear just so I can legally make you eat it! And then when you’ve done that I’ll have your own security guards taken into my employ and instruct them to fling you out a window. What do you mean that’s a great idea? Unhand me you oafs!

There’s a brief scuffle inside as the door is flung open and a man is flung out onto the street. It’s Thomas Archer.

Archer: You bitch cowards! How dare you take all of my money, it was a joke, a ruse, 20 working days is too long to wait for your monkey type writers to fix this! No, no, no!

Archer let’s loose a shriek that causes numerous nearby pigeons to take flight for fear of their life, old ladies stop in the streets and car alarms go off.

Archer: How am I supposed to even eat? Where is Maximus and Edwards? Did you steal them from me? Why is this happening to me?! I am a good person, the best person, in fact there’s never been a person as good as me!

Archer practically begins to have a temper tantrum on the sidewalk outside, the door swings open and he stops as suddenly as he started, looking up hopefully.

Archer: I knew you’d realise exactly who I…

A food stamp book lands roughly in his lap.

Archer: What is this crap? I’m not a peasant, I’m not a peasant you bastards, you hear me? I’ll get everyone of you and your little receptionist too!

The scene begins to fade out as Archer once more lets loose a disgusting screech of rage and denied privilege.