<font color="green"> "Sir,"</font> Abram wispered into Mitchel's ear, "I don't like the looks of this man, I think that you should do something about him."

<font color="yellow"> "Why?"</font> Mitchel replied.

<font color="green"> "Just look at him," </font> Abram answered,<font color="green"> "His hair, his dress, his demener, I think you should do something about him. Besides, he reeks of a coordinator." </font>

<font color="yellow">"You know what, I think I will,"</font> Mitchel then stood up and pointed a finger at the strange man. <font color="yellow">"You sir, are a rude insolent welp. You think that you can control us? I will continue this meeting when and wherever I want. You cannot just barge into a meeting, and claim that everyone must stay put, just as though you had a gun up to our heads."</font>