"Tell Bob to lighten up!"
BOB: "Why you %$%@#$%!" The volume of Bob's voice escalates to its loudest projection. The breeze has become a violent wind with scraps of ideas whipping about in a flurry of epithets and emotional shrapnel. Carolyn ducks beneath her desk. Marge and Paul back around a corner and out of sight. Now you've done it! Bob's face is flushing red, his temples throbbing!
R&R: Hmm. It would seem that you've pulled another pin! This could get real messy!
YOU:
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