I don't own it!
I was in the middle of a game of poker- and winning, too- when Jack arrived with the news that Spot wouldn't have anything to do with the strike. Thinks we aren't serious. "Can you imagine that?!" Yeah, sure as hell I can. I suggested that we should ease off a little, maybe take a step back and think about this. Bad move. I practically got my head bitten off. I mean, it's only one tenth of a cent! Are we really going to stop Joseph Pulitzer, the man who basically runs this city? Jack certainly thinks so. Spot doesn't. And me? I'm not exactly sure.