Martin White sat in the backseat of a luxury car parked in the TV station's underground garage, constantly watching his surroundings, while holding the anti-wolf stun baton Page had given to him when he got out of the car, hoping the baton could provide him a boost in his sense of security.
"Those white guys running the safety equipment company must have water in their brains to come up with such a retarded product! Even if you drain the battery, this damn thing couldn't kill a mouse, and they actually promote it as providing safety for women? If a perv went up to a woman and she pulled this out, he'd probably compliment her for being kinky..."
After complaining about the lack of lethality in the stun baton, Martin could not help but curse that bastard Tommy Hawk in his heart!
