In one corner we have Tom Towers, a moustachioed oil tycoon with a penchant for gold teeth and walking sticks sharp enough to skewer peasants. In the other corner we have a skewered peasant. A miserable old fool smelling of beans and hemp who would like to steal all of Tom Tower’s rightfully earned money and give it to himself just because he’s too lazy to work like normal people! Due to his vagrancy we can’t know for sure, but he’s probably called Chris Johnson. There are only two corners; it’s a European building.
Is DLC a capitalist dream or a communist nightmare?