[That voice strikes a vaguely familiar chord. Graham pops his head out of the shirt, just enough for one eye to look for the source. Ah yes, this guy. The one who was yelling at him last time! What a welcome, huh?
Graham points at him with the wrench, an object that has to weigh 50 pounds if it's an ounce. He brandishes it like an extension of himself.]
No! I'll have a breakdown anywhere I damn well please! I reserve the right to feel how we I want about bein' kidnapped, experimented on, and conscripted into war against monsters!
[At least he's starting to sound energetic now?
He pulls his head through the shirt all the way now, but that'll mop of hair obscures most of his face anyway.]
What are you anyway, the unwelcome committee?! No empathy for your fellow suffering man?
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Graham points at him with the wrench, an object that has to weigh 50 pounds if it's an ounce. He brandishes it like an extension of himself.]
No! I'll have a breakdown anywhere I damn well please! I reserve the right to feel how we I want about bein' kidnapped, experimented on, and conscripted into war against monsters!
[At least he's starting to sound energetic now?
He pulls his head through the shirt all the way now, but that'll mop of hair obscures most of his face anyway.]
What are you anyway, the unwelcome committee?! No empathy for your fellow suffering man?