“While that may be true, we really should be on our way. We've got that experiment we need to check on in the laboratory. Remember?'
'Actually, you're wrong again, my dear.'
I was so mad I could scream some of the worst obscenities I'd heard at the docks at him. He was ruining our exit strategy, and I was most certainly not his dear.
When I thought all hope was lost, Thomas checked his watch. 'We should've left precisely three minutes and twenty-three seconds ago. If we don't run now, our experiment will be destroyed.' He turned to the editor and superintendent. 'It's been as pleasant as a fast day in Lent, gentlemen.'
By the time they figured out his parting was, in fact, an insult, we were already rushing out through the bustling newsroom.”