"Well, sir," he said, somewhat courageously, "I'm w-willing to do whatever it takes to stick it to the capitalist bastards that took my job and left me for dead, and I don't plan on giving up."
He lowered his head and stared at his feet, hands still resting in his lap, and exhaled, leaning back in the seat as he did so.
"Everything," he muttered somewhat quietly, "First my job, then my house, then my girl, then nearly my life."