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[The phone is sitting off to the side, propped up against something so that Venkman can multi-task while he's on video. He's in the process of making himself a snack. He's using a combat knife to slice an orange. Because he's tactical. Or maybe because he just happened to come across it. The combat knife belongs to one Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, but he wouldn't know who that is.]
Got a question for you, 'Abax'... [The name is said with some spite.]
More and more people show up in that morgue every day, anyone think of watching the room to see who puts them there? I mean, I don't blame anyone for not wanting to go back there. Neither do I. The risk of running into Riff and the Jets alone is keeping me from doing it. But let's get serious for a moment... do we want out of this place or not?
[The orange now peeled, he sticks the knife in the desk and picks up the phone.]
Oh, and I'm up for other ideas. Anything that will get me out of here and behind my desk in New York City again.
Got a question for you, 'Abax'... [The name is said with some spite.]
More and more people show up in that morgue every day, anyone think of watching the room to see who puts them there? I mean, I don't blame anyone for not wanting to go back there. Neither do I. The risk of running into Riff and the Jets alone is keeping me from doing it. But let's get serious for a moment... do we want out of this place or not?
[The orange now peeled, he sticks the knife in the desk and picks up the phone.]
Oh, and I'm up for other ideas. Anything that will get me out of here and behind my desk in New York City again.