Just imagine this hypothetical situation.
Finished work today when my colleagues and I were discussing several cases by the counter when a tempestuous whirlwind of heat, rage and blue scrubs stormed through the doors. Scalpel Sith certainly knew how to make an enviably diva-ish entrance and it wasn't long before she was on a misguided tirade as she lambasted one of my stunned colleagues about a patient recently discharged.
Not only did she get her facts absolutely wrong, she spoke in such an inelegant, unpolished manner that I quite imagined she was possibly brought up in an unrefined, ill-bred den of iniquity.
Some would cower in fear from the unprecedented attack, some would flee from the menacing adversary - but all I could feel were my horns slowly, steadily erupting from my head. My far more genteel colleagues were shell-shocked at the sheer uncivilized savagery and could hardly speak to save their lives but I could hardly hold my own tongue still. Didn't bite her head off of course - remained perfectly civil and courteous throughout the conversation though it was hard to keep the sheer glacier-cold sarcasm from creeping into my voice. Hard not to since I was practically staring chilly daggers at her.
The devil's back!
Really. Is professional courtesy a sad thing of the past? Are impromptu raging tirades her way of communicating her hidden inner conflicts, a secret cry for help perhaps? Not sure what prompted her sudden attack ( PMS? Mood swings? Upset stomach? ) but she certainly got some of her own in return. Probably off licking her fatal wounds right now ( or cowering in embarassment after her uncool behaviour ) after I slashed her back in return.
In a well-bred manner of course.
Yes. Meowr. Saint Wicked is back.