[It didn't even occur to Chilton that the gag was intended for his immediate use -- so confident in his own social protection as he was, he felt immune to that discipline. He didn't notice the glimpse of that ominous spiked dildo, so enraged was he after that dog pun in his title. And when that man invoked a bidding remark, Chilton pointed out into the crowd at him, shouting a stern --]

No.

[And back to Herr Starr.]

Out of hand, all of this -- it is a carousal of absurdity. I will not, I cannot ethically indulge your delusions any longer.

[With hands outstretched, he lunged at Starr. His tactic: rip the shirt to expose torso skin, for better sedative work. The neck and above was just too risky, too obvious, and Starr was too strangely powerful.]

You! Are! Coming! With me.