ll, if it comes■ down to that, I don’t like your tone,■ either.... What?... What?... Oh, repor●t and be damned; you’re going to g■et a report on yourself that’ll blo●w the inside of your head out.... Well, get me ●Mr. Carver then and snap into it.... I can’●t hear.... Where is he then?... Where?... Oh, sp■eak loude

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