Maybe if this prick didn't make me chase him through a wall and a fuckin' window.

[ david dusts off the front of his hoodie for emphasis — a lot seems to come off, and yet seems to make zero difference to the state of him. ]

[ he walks around the perimeter of the room, looking for somewhere he can hear if anyone decides to come down here. maybe somewhere he can see too, but that feels like a pipe dream. in the end david picks a spot where he can see the broken wall and the windows, where ideally he'll be able to hear anyone coming up the nearby hallway. ]

Might change my mind if he gives up anything worth our time.

[ spoiler alert: he won't. ]