Once in his office, I sat on his couch, folded over, and began muttering. 'Head explosions and people trying to kill. Is it okay if I totally trash your office?' 'You need to leave if you think you're going to do that,' said Marder. 'Okay. Small. Fire on ice. Tell them not to kill me. Tell them not to kill me.
Una vez en su oficina, me senté en el sillón, me doblé, y comencé a balbucear. "Explosiones de cabezas y personas intentando matar. ¿Está bien si destrozo su oficina por completo?" "Deberías irte si crees que vas a hacer eso," dijo Marder. "Bien. Pequeño. Fuego en hielo. Diles que no me maten.