[Alex shoots him a hard look. Then, slowly, deliberately, without once breaking eye contact, he slams his own open book shut with a pointedly loud bang.]
Fine.
[He scrapes his chair back, stands up, and hefts up the largest, heaviest tome he can find.
Then he wings that big sucker of a book right toward the asshole's center of mass, like a friendly little game of catch gone wrong.]
no subject
Fine.
[He scrapes his chair back, stands up, and hefts up the largest, heaviest tome he can find.
Then he wings that big sucker of a book right toward the asshole's center of mass, like a friendly little game of catch gone wrong.]
Enjoy your goddamn holiday.