[Probably should have reconsidered that phrasing, but he hadn't the time to edit his language; in less than twenty minutes Chilton is at his own hospital door, stomping through the halls. Flinging open his office door, he brandishes his communicator at the reigning Herr Starr.]
You know what this is about.
[No prologue, no crescendo of intro. Chilton tosses his communicator onto the light blue sofa, routine as it was to his office, and strides towards Starr with his hand out. The manila folder is still clutched by his other, all but forgotten while being hoarded.]
I'll be upfront, Starr, I am going to make this one hurt. A lot.
voice --> action.
[Probably should have reconsidered that phrasing, but he hadn't the time to edit his language; in less than twenty minutes Chilton is at his own hospital door, stomping through the halls. Flinging open his office door, he brandishes his communicator at the reigning Herr Starr.]
You know what this is about.
[No prologue, no crescendo of intro. Chilton tosses his communicator onto the light blue sofa, routine as it was to his office, and strides towards Starr with his hand out. The manila folder is still clutched by his other, all but forgotten while being hoarded.]
I'll be upfront, Starr, I am going to make this one hurt. A lot.