Harry Carstars pulled himself to his full--if insignificant and rather pudgy--height, acting as if he had any dignity left and as if he weren't a walking advertisement for the benefits of marrige.
"Banker," He said. His left cheek--with the port-wine birthmark--was oozing slowly from his wife's scrach marks. "Go out and clean your desk. I've had about enough of your attitude."
Mary jerked her thumb to the doorway. "Oh, Mr. Carstars, I don't think any of us want to go out there." There was a particularly loud scream from the office, and someone shouting something about Police, EMS, Ambulance and Animal Control.
"What the hell..." Harry stood up and began buttoning up his shirt.
"Uh, uh." Mary said. "Sit back down." her brain was spinning around itself, working out plans on how to wreck her revenge here as well.
"And how are you going to stop me, Banker?"
Mary decided to take a chance. She grabbed a vial at random and threw it all over Mr. Harry Carstars. "Like this." She said, and hoped like heck it would work.
Harry gritted his teeth...and felt a funny feeling run over his body as the small test-tube vial Marianne Banker held in her right hand visibly filled back up with amber liquid.
What was that?" He asked.
"You'll just have to see." Mary said, and took her thumb off the lable.
She wondered what it could be.