Nobody, however, dares to speak up, so the woman continues, crisply, "Nine hundred and seventy-eight protein blocks we have generously brought to you. And yet, how many of you bother to emerge from your filthy bunks to receive them?" Another pause for effect. "Nine hundred and three. A difference of seventy-five. Seventy-five wasted blocks, gifted to all of you by the grace of Wilford the Divine, that your laziness has hurled back in his face."