“I always knew it would come to this,” came the voice, gravely and over dramatic.
“God,” I muttered, not quite under my breath, rolling my eyes while I continued with the knife slices.
“No, no really. Listen. I got it,” Mac continued excitedly. “When I began this journey, I could foresee the outcome long ago.”
“Really?” Seltzer called out from across the room. “A bit much for a doctor, don't you think?”
“You don't think they struggle with depression at all?”
"I don't know. Drug use, maybe. I never really thought about it. I suppose-"
"Will you two knock it off!" I yelled in frustration, my voice a bit louder then it should have been given the circumstances. "I'm working over here," I said, turning back to the job at hand.
"Sorry," came the synchronized muttering.
"We certainly didn't want to disturb the artist," said Mac, somewhat playfully.