“He’s locked himself in! There shouldn’t be a lock on this door, Tom.”
“So what?” O’Brien growled.
Conrad rapped again.
“Are you ready, Weiner?”
The silence that greeted him alarmed him.
“Hey, Weiner!”
“What are you getting so heated about?” O’Brien asked.
“Why doesn’t he answer?”
“Maybe he’s sulking. I’ll kick his tail off for him when he comes out.”
“Hey, Weiner!”