…“I don’t care what it is you think you know, I’m here today to tell you it DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER! OKAY!” he spits venomously as he drives his fist powerfully into the table before him, sending a wave of cracks across its marble top.
“N-N-Now hold on P-Percy, t-things don’t n-need to g-get heated! M-M-Ma…”
“HEATED IS A FADED AFTERTHOUGHT! I AM BEYOND WHAT MATTERS TO YOU! I AM BEYOND WHAT MATTERS TO THIS ROOM! I AM FOCUSED ON THE WORLD BEYOND THIS ROOM, BEYOND YOUR PATHETIC LIVES! I AM WORRIED ABOUT EXISTENCE IN ITS SIMPLEST FORM! SO HEED YOUR WORDS CENTRED AROUND YOURSELF, AND MOVE PAST THEM, FOR I STRIKE YOU DOWN TODAY MYSELF!” he roars gripping the very air with his hands.
“WHOA! WHOA! Can you take a few steps back, and look through what you just tossed out as fact! We are all well aware of, what is going on!” he says with a large shovel of sarcasm heaped over his words. “But we are also aware of what is not going on, and in that not, is where you fumble the ball with our involvement.”
“F-F-Fumble the ball with YOUR involvement? How the FUCK do I fumble something that is as plain as the eyes on your face Charlie!”….