And then it's the working class; it's those utterly powerless working for divinely-chosen eggs sitting at the top! The stories you'd hear is that of a fairyland. Yes, to them, it's a fairyland-- it's emblematic of their economic empire! One must remind themself that an army of men were working there, working hours upon hours, risking life and limb! One must remind themself of the investors and workers which rushed into the machine like moths to a flame! Then this little fairyland's veneer faded; it turned into a slaughter-house, where the many are ground up into sausages for the breakfast of the few!