[Mike's rage, which has been at at least a five all day starts building again.]
It's not as if a bloody resume is going to do anything, here. I'm going to have to build my fucking reputation all over again from the ground up.
[A pause, in which he furiously clenches his jaw.]
Fuck! What do they fucking think they're doing?
[He kind of wants to punch a wall but he doesn't even own this wall. He just lets himself fume into a simmering quiet anger.]
Right, that's it. We're going to go to these gods and demand answers, come on. [He stands again, and angrily finishes his tea. And then hisses from burning his tongue, there was too much left for that, really.]
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It's not as if a bloody resume is going to do anything, here. I'm going to have to build my fucking reputation all over again from the ground up.
[A pause, in which he furiously clenches his jaw.]
Fuck! What do they fucking think they're doing?
[He kind of wants to punch a wall but he doesn't even own this wall. He just lets himself fume into a simmering quiet anger.]
Right, that's it. We're going to go to these gods and demand answers, come on. [He stands again, and angrily finishes his tea. And then hisses from burning his tongue, there was too much left for that, really.]