Stu had to roll his eyes again, this time with a groan of frustration and letting his head drop back noisily against the chair where it remained, and he at least didn't have to be looking into those lights anymore. Voice strained through his stretched throat, he performed a helpful recap of the expectations in a grating high pitch, "'Tell me why you did it, no your answer is wrong, I'm going to tie you here and make you talk, no don't start thinking I care about what's in your heads.'" With another grunt of frustration and restless wrenching against the bonds, Stu dropped his voice back to ask, "Can we go now? You've figured it all out. Whatever you say, lady. Go write your book about it."