(Reading the Voice Identification Card)
The pleasure...of Buzby's company is what I most enjoy. He put a tact on Miss Yancy's chair, when she called him a horrible boy. At the end of the month, he was flinging two kittens, across the width of the room. I counted on his schemes to reveal-what the hell is this?[Ethan:Finish!]-the way to escape my gloom...[Ethan shoots a dart into his neck, tranquillises him]
