Arising from the ashes of a thousand discarded dreams, we, the breadwinner's guild, stand as the scourge of the unprepared.
Beware: our bread is not for the faint of heart or those with a weak stomach.
We are the masters of the art of begging, the kings of the game of panhandling, the queens of the realm of scrounging.
Our bread is not just a meal, it's a declaration of independence from the whims of the market and the mercy of the state.