Poor, poor Dork. Such an under appreciated player in a time of thong bikini's,breast magnets and reworked gen geometries. Only the silent arduous walk of shame awaits you as you are cast out of the city. Woe to the vanquished. And as he walks out into the desert he lifts a single arm into the air, one long defiant finger pointing back at the crowd that disowned him. His plastic hair gleaming in the sun.