*With a visage tightened with the cords of disdain, Nadeau glowers at his adversary, before suddenly snapping into a tinny, oxymoronic chuckle.*
Whine, plead, grovel… now where within that limelight hugging body of spiritual whoredom lies your respect for another man's hypocrisies?"
"…It is a pleasant anomaly to be confronted with a person possessive of an ardent intolerance for another's societal bloopers. Such a precondition is as refreshing as it is mandatory for any pertinent applicant. Thus far, you have manifested as a pertinent applicant."
*Appears to be clapping, rhythmically, slowly, the odd, illegible grin syncopating the whole.*
"…You pass the primary test with your standard aloft, despite facing the slight marring quality that you abstained from noting that any of the offered cues were in fact deliberate responsive snares, in a phrase; aural man-traps. Whilst a few remained open to seal at the ankles the majority of the exchange proved adequately cohesive. Provide yourself with a pat on the back instead of a boot to the spine."
"…Now all that awaits is to match an insignia to your shoulders. Proceed to Commonport Two at your leisure - you certainly bear mine."
"…You have been duped ami - but preferably the experience is naught but educational."
"Till we meet for more overtly bracing greet, adieu."
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)