[Trust him, Gilles, he is right with you, there. There would have been nothing better than to slaughter this girl right here and now. Nothing more satisfying, nothing more utterly divine than to tear her face open and watch the blood drip down her clavicles and little ta tas...]

[He needed to kill something. He was't angry when he started working today, but this little altercation had him all riled up, now. He hadn't done anything to work off the grief and stress he'd been under all week. He put it away and drowned it out until it was bursting at his seams again, and he dug his claws at the desk until he made grooves in the metal.]

[Richtofen was here, now, with his disgusting face and his putrid mouth spewing out those godawful commands that tore at his eardrums until he wanted to drive the fucking pen into his lungs so hard that he punctured them--]

SHUT THE MOTHERFUCK UP! SHUT. YOUR FUCKING COCK HOLE. IF YOU ALL LET OUT ONE MORE GOD DAMN LITTLE PEEP I'LL FUCKIN' DEFLATE THOSE AIR SACS YOURS.

[He pointed the pen at Richtofen, drool again dripping from his lips. He was in a mood, now. He was content with being the paper pusher until everyoNE GOT UP IN HIS FUCKING GRILL.]

THIS DON'T FUCKING CONCERN YOU, GRAMPS!!!