BANG!
[That went off
just outside room 817, to the instant accompaniment of shattering glass.]
Obviously I have to make this a point.
[A door slams open, then shut. There's a whudd as a heavy bag is dropped to the floor. The journal flips open, and there's a pause.]
[Brainy]
Hey, Brainy, you wanna take a break from Tinkertoys? I gotta job for you.
[/Brainy]
[Irritated tone.] So Junior, is there a shooting range around here? Or do you just keep sharp sniping sparrows off the rooftop?