The plantations in ex-colonial governmant land
where 'Empire Made' had given way, with the years,
to the more subtle multinational approach. Now
look, first we forget the tueweekie beans and
scrap these little plots here. And we can take a
road right through and start planting sugar cane
all the way up to that hillside. But what are we
gonna eat, boss? Ah, you'll think of something. I
mean, when we cut that forest down there, within a
year or two we can double the size of the
plantation. But we can't just live off sugar
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come from the folks live off the stuff. But boss,
we can't afford Coca Cola, never mind all this
fancy processing biz. Well look, no, look. Think
of it as in investment, cash crops, you see. You
grow the sugar, we send it to the dear old folks
back home. Who come up with the readdies, and we
give you some bread on the deal. But boss, there's
people starving to death out here. Well, between
me and you nigger boy, there's too many of 'em
anyway.