He's sitting in his large office, at his fancy desk, typing something up on his computer. His tie is a bit loose and the top 2 buttons on his shirt are unbuttoned. He looks stressed, and annoyed. He has a bottle of whiskey on his desk, and it's been spilled across his marble floors. He has his phone to his ear, being held in place with his shoulder.

"I'm telling you! If I see that damned lorax ONE more time, I'm shoving a thneed down his damn throat!!"