Now is the winter of our discontent
Brittany emerges groggily out of her slumber, Devanna comes up from behind and Hillman moves in closer to the intercom speaker. Changing his tone from door-to-door salesman, all pearly-whites and flash wristwatch, to menacing murderer, he pauses, thinking, his lips tentative, as if he is unsure exactly what he should say, turns back to the gathered horde around him and in an evil growl says, “Now is the winter of our discontent.” He grins, a bit of drool falls, closes one eye and snorts. He turns back to the intercom, “Well, she is about to die in one minute if you don’t get off your ass and give me access to the cargo hold.”
Now is the winter of our discontent
Brittany emerges groggily out of her slumber, Devanna comes up from behind and Hillman moves in closer to the intercom speaker. Changing his tone from door-to-door salesman, all pearly-whites and flash wristwatch, to menacing murderer, he pauses, thinking, his lips tentative, as if he is unsure exactly what he should say, turns back to the gathered horde around him and in an evil growl says, “Now is the winter of our discontent.” He grins, a bit of drool falls, closes one eye and snorts. He turns back to the intercom, “Well, she is about to die in one minute if you don’t get off your ass and give me access to the cargo hold.”