[ WP ] Patrick Bateman explains Daft Punk

Patrick Batemen entered the office building with a hint of disgust creeping on the top corner of his lip. After all his traveling and damage control, he was reaching one week without killing a single person. He was in his personal hell as it was. As he was walking through the halls of the 21t floor of Stratton Oakmont the chaos around him seemed to excite all of the passers by except him. Inside him was n't joy, just the surrounding laughs simply echoing in and out like a giant glamorous stadium without any fans. He walked past two men holding a midget in front of a target and counting down to throw him. 
 
 `` Three!'' 
 
 *Animals. * He thought. 
 
 `` Two!'' 
 
 *Fucking disgusting pathetic weasels in flesh suits. * 
 
 `` One!'' 
 
 *Show some class. * He pushed his way to the side of Jordan Belfort and tapped him on the shoulder. 
 
 `` What the fuck man hold on! Okay start from three again!'' He was so adamant about throwing this midget but Patrick felt no joy from this, no fun, he saw nothing that could n't wait. 
 
 `` No. You said you would see me at this time and you will.'' Patrick calmly stated. The room dropped into dead silence. Patrick was unfazed. He could have stood in the tension all day, he did n't mind. 
 
 `` Oh boy. I think someone skipped the day they taught manners in kindergarten.'' Jordan was also unaffected by the silence, the tension was lost on both of them. `` I do n't think our team has a spot for a fuckin' party pooper. Get lost.'' The crowd began throwing paper planes and trash at Patrick. 
 
 `` I wo n't take no for an answer. I'll meet you here, or elsewhere but we will certainly meet.'' The crowd immediately awaited Jordan's response, hoping for the grand exit he would conceive of for this poor fellow. 
 
 Jordan simply began to laugh. He put his arm over Patricks shoulder and snatched the resume from his hand. `` That's fuckin' right you wo n't! This ladies and gentleman, is the attitude of a true salesman.'' He let patrick go, just the same patrick was about to push his arm off anyway and opened his office door, `` get back to midget tossing, the show must go on!'' He yelled as the crowd became autonomous again. 
 
 Patrick took a seat. 
 
 `` So what brings you out here, it looks like you had a good thing going back home, why the move?'' 
 
 `` You could call it girl trouble.'' 
 
 `` I hear that. So let me ask you something. This resume could get you a job at any other major company, why here?'' He leaned back and opened a drawer in his desk. 
 
 `` I read the article in forbes magazine. I think I could really enjoy slitting your throat and mounting your head on a wall. That seems like a fun offer, do n't you think that?'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry what was that?'' 
 
 `` I said I saw the article in Forbes magazine. I think I would really enjoy seeing you gloat and having a ball. This looks like a fun office I would fit in at. 
 
 Jordan dumped some cocaine on the desk and arranged it in perfect lines. So perfect that Patrick felt jealous. And he snorted them. `` What makes you think that?'' 
 
 `` The Wolf of Wall Street is what they call you-'' 
 
 `` Heh, you can call me wolfie for short.'' 
 
 `` Well, you see, often times in wolf packs, a wolf is cast out from his group. Perhaps defying the pecking order, disrupting the rules, or simply not Playing well with others. I like that you have started your own wolf pack after being cast out, but lone wolves get hunted and die, and I, am a lone wolf that wants into the pack.'' 
 
 `` Ha! I love it! Boy you've got a way with words! Hey forget the bullshit formalities I want you on the phones first thing tomorrow!'' 
 
 `` Beautiful.'' Without so much as a flinch from the good news, Patrick picked up his briefcase and stood to leave, until Jordan decided to put on One More Time by Daft Punk. 
 
 `` You like Daft Punk, uhh, Patrick was it?'' 
 
 He turned and placed his suitcase on the ground. `` Well. Since you ask. I happen to find them to be inconstantly masters of their craft. With the release of Homework in 1997 the duo really began to touch on their future potential. In a rapidly changing era of music their distinctly mixed styles of acid house and techno combined with crowd pleasing rave brought them much deserved acclaim, however with the 2001 release of Discovery, they-'' 
 
 `` Umm I'm afraid you're getting a little over my head here, I just asked if you liked them. You gon na ramble like this every fuckin day? `` 
 
 `` Care for some of mine?'' Patrick placed a small baggie of cocaine on Jordan's desk. 
 
 `` Now you're speaking my language man!'' He immediately took it. 
 
 `` As I was saying.'' Patrick placed his briefcase on the desk and opened it faing away from Jordan who was just finishing up the last of his new friend's gift. `` With the release of Discovery the duo really came into their own and began a pattern of innovation like no other.'' He removed gloves from the briefcase and slipped them on. 
 
 `` Whoa this stuff you gave me is...... fucked...... so....gooood.'' Jordan began to fall off his chair. 
 
 `` Showing their true colors they began to top charts and One More Time was, in my opinion their defining single.'' He removed the bottom half of an axe then the top half and screwed them together in the middle. `` But the release of Human after all left something to be desired with their repetitiveness and seemingly rushed recordings the album was not enough to take away from their previous work.'' He took out a plastic sheet and laid it onto the floor. `` However it was n't until their score for the film Tron: Legacy that I was reminded of their true skill.'' He dragged a half conscious Jordan onto the sheets. `` And Random Access Memories in 2012 was another success for them as they once again pioneered new things and although the album was not without flaws, it was a truly fresh new step in the evolution of the duo and only made me more excited to see what they would do next.'' 
 
 `` Whatrudoing...'' Jordan could hardly get out. 
 
 `` You lack respect for the arts Mr. Belmont. You fucking piece of filth, you would n't know class if it skull fucked you.'' 
 
 He swung his axe into Jordan's skull. 
 
 `` I really really needed this.''
