[Chilton grabbed for the intercom, shattering his chance for that mystique he had spent the past hour anticipating and cultivating.]

This is a hospital, Herr Starr, a psychiatric hospital. [One star review on Welp, indeed.] You had threatened my life and attempted to sell me on the black market -- I have enough legal grounds to hold you for those exhibited violent delusions alone.

[Enough legal grounds for seventy-two hours, anyway. Chilton had some astounding sway as a professional, but he couldn't be judge and juror. Starr had not been convicted of anything, nor had he technically been charged.]

Your head isn't going to enjoy the bright lighting, I'm afraid. I had spiked your dosage, your side effects will be agonizing.