Tabakov's right hand reached out like a Gaian Crystal Snake and slapped the poor man across the face, causing the poor guy's face to snap to the right.
"That answer may have been the right one, however stop acting like a frakkin' robot and show some emotion behind that answer, I want to FEEL the patriotism blow me away and through that wall behind me whenever I ask you that question or anything even REMOTELY similar to it!"
Tabakov reached under the table and withdrew a stack of papers, a savage grin on his face as he slid it on over to the man.
" Finish ALL these questions, if you do not then I'll assume what we had here was a FAILURE to communicate. Is that understood?!" he yelled out the last portion in a manner similar to that of a drill sergeant.
