[It was about time. She stands up and looms over him from her side of the table, sneering.]

So use your words and fucking tell me, Khalil. Everything, from start to finish. Because as it is, that's the order of events to our understanding, and more importantly for your health and wellbeing, to my understanding. I'm not feeling sympathetic enough to sit through any more blubbering, thanks.

[It would ruin the moment to say, "And drink the fucking soda, it cost me a dollar." But she is thinking it.]