"Because that's all we can afford because of the economics," Harv said. 
"Mom's gotta compete with all kinds of Chinese and stuff that don't have any 
self-respect and so they'll work for nothing. So Mom's gotta work for 
nothing." He looked at the M.C. again and shook his head. "Pathetic. At the 
Flea Circus they got a Feed that's, like, this big around." He touched his 
fingertips together in front of him and made a big circle with his arms. "But 
this one's probly like the size of your pinkie."