[ there's ways to deflect this, but he's pissed off, too. maybe not as furious as david, but furious enough that the truth is about as much a worthwhile answer as throwing david into the furnace. ]

Through my mind? Not gettin' turned into ground beef like you always do.

[ no. he shouldn't bring that shit into a trial, like david said. he doesn't normally. doesn't give any leeway to the people who show up at his door, and they in turn don't take it easy on him. it was just the pressure of this place. he hasn't been winning lately. hasn't been doing what he should be.

losing his edge. the idea's more infuriating than having to take this shit from david. ]

Fine. Next time, try harder. Don't let me get what I'm askin' for. [ it's a snarl, and he almost throws david back into the workshop -

and steps in after him, dragging the door shut behind him. can't lock it, because there's no lock. but it's shut nonetheless. ]

That mean you still owe me?