If Forbes manages to find a strong ideological foundation to reinforce organizational loyalty, achieving true allegiance, the people who will sleep the worst are probably America's capitalists—especially the Shamite nomadic capitalists.
After his subordinates left, Gru dialed Hutter's phone number.
"Hutter, what's going on?"
"Money!"
"Forbes' people are acting like rabid dogs, investigating us in several states. Do you know what's going on?"
"Money!"
"Buddy, we're friends; help me out here!"
"You bastard, money!"
"You lack sincerity in being a friend, Hutter. You know I'm a generous man; otherwise, so many people wouldn't like me."
"Gru, you better pay me the money from last time ASAP. I'm not some small fry you can toy with!"
Gru smirked silently, not saying much more, and simply continued to ask.
"So, what's going on?"
Life is like a forced encounter, and Gru undoubtedly took Hutter to the edge of being unable to live properly.
That's how he was born.
