…red or dark red, sir. It’s a fluid, sir. They’re full of this fluid. Anything happens to them – you rough them up, sir, and they spill this fluid from their skin and orifices. It’s very messy, sir.
So they say… so who do we have here?
His name is Lui Labas, sir. We picked him up off the street. There was a big tall guy with him too, a big hairy guy, but he looked irregular; we thought he’d be too much trouble, sir.
What’s he doing now?
He’s pacing up and down, sir.
Has he eaten anything?
Sir, he said today was “toosdae” sir, and on “toosdae” he says he’s supposed to have “waffls” with his sister, sir.
That does not answer my question.
Well get him some of those blasted “waffls” then.
He won’t eat them, sir.
And why the hell not!?
Sir, his sister, sir, Bee Labas. He won’t –
Shut up! Enough. You’re dismissed! Get out my sight.
Sir, one more thing, sir.
Sir, we found him in the hall last night, sir. He was –
Which one of you God-blasted incompetents forgot to lock his door?
Sir, that’s just it, sir… Sir, his door was locked, sir.