Stevenson looked over the jittering technician. "That some kinda' drink?" Jansen's disdainful eye roll was familiar from many previous iterations but Stevenson, more than a little nervous himself, was in no mood for it. But before he could say so, Jansen interrupted.
"No, it was an experiment. Some behavioral psychologists, who by and large are sick fucks, took a brown monkey and painted him pink."
"And?" asked Stevenson, curious despite himself.
"And then they threw him back in with the brown monkeys. They tore him apart."
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?!"
"I think we've been painted pink and the sick fucks are about to throw us back in the cage."
Before Stevenson could respond the signal sounded for them to join the meeting.