"...that's it?" Adam's poker face conveyed that he wasn't impressed in the presentation.
[That's it? Yeah, that's it! What, you want some more? How about prostitutes and drug dealers?]
"Ende, chill the f**k out. I asked whether you're presentation is complete or not. Why the hell are you getting fired up for?"
The mechanical voice didn't produce anything intelligible but a weird series of buzz and beeps.
"Hey bud, you okay?"
[Yeah, I think.]
Adam's face reflected his intense pondering before he probed, "Where you been watching movies?"
[Yup.]
The answer was precise.
'No wonder.'
Adam seemed to have pinpointed the culprit.
"Okay, from here on, no movies. Don't surf through my memories without my permission."
Though reluctantly, Endevil hummed his agreement.
Huff~
