Hughes hadn't thought about brute force before, but it seems it didn't matter. He sighs and replaces the knife up his sleeve, making a mental note to sharpen all of them if -- when, Hughes, when -- he got home.
"What else is there to try? If we can't force it open, are we supposed to try talking it into opening? Didn't notice any ears on it, but hey, if you think it would work." He's just being petulant now. All of this effort being for naught has him in a bad mood.
With a sigh, he crosses his arms in front of his chest and glares at the phone booth. "I wish I'd walked back to my office to make that damn call. With all the headache this has caused me, it could've waited." Another sigh. "I'm never using a phone booth again."
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Date: August 15th, 2015 12:11 am (UTC)"What else is there to try? If we can't force it open, are we supposed to try talking it into opening? Didn't notice any ears on it, but hey, if you think it would work." He's just being petulant now. All of this effort being for naught has him in a bad mood.
With a sigh, he crosses his arms in front of his chest and glares at the phone booth. "I wish I'd walked back to my office to make that damn call. With all the headache this has caused me, it could've waited." Another sigh. "I'm never using a phone booth again."