Once in his office, I sat on his couch, folded over, and began muttering. 'Head explosions and people trying to kill. Is it okay if I totally trash your office?' 'You need to leave if you think you're going to do that,'
Una vez en su oficina, me senté en el sillón, me doblé, y comencé a balbucear. "Explosiones de cabezas y personas intentando matar. ¿Está bien si destrozo su oficina por completo?" "Deberías irte si crees