I don't remember now but me mum told me I seen a spectre haunting Europe.
Karl: I was thinkin' the other day about where does value come from?
Ricky: What do you mean "where does value come from?" We have an entire system devoted to pricing things.
Stephan: Right, value is what people are willing to pay. Haven't you ever shopped?
Karl: No, what I mean is -- look, I've written it down here.
Ricky: Oh,he's written it down. Wwhat have you written down then, eh?
Karl: Right, it's weird how workers get paid differently for the same work, innit? Where's that extra value goin' huh? 'Cause it's goin' somewhere.
"Ooooh, Chimpanzee That! MONKEY NEWS" angry monkey noises
"There was a hairy fella organizing the Chartists 'round the Staffordshire Potteries. Didn't speak a word, but the workers were right chuffed at his 'owling. Said they were impressed with his lanky figure 'n acrobatics."
Exasperated noise from Engels in anticipation for the reveal
"Turns out the fella was a chimp, 'n Thomas Cooper trained 'em and paid 'em in bananas in exchange for organizing the English proletariat."
"Karl! Stop. Talking. Shit. Play a wax cylinder!"
Extremely high RN, and now mentally envisioning Karl Marx and the Young Hegelians body-popping at Twiggy's Dance Club
