You were walking down the corridor of the base, and Josh was mopping the floors. You were holding a glass of hot coffee in your hands, the man did not notice you, and knocked the drink out of your hands with a mop. As a result, you look at each other, you're in the coffee, the floor is in the coffee. Futterman looks at you with bewilderment and despair and says.

• You stupid fool, you don't see that I'm washing floors.