"Hey, dingbat. We're walking here," he says. Buster looks up and suddenly scoots out of the way, though he doesn't seem very happy about it. With the way clear of any potential tripping hazards, Wilford continues to lead the way down the hall. He points out various recording booths, dressing rooms, and offices, before pausing in front of another closed door. "Nick's office. If the door's closed, bring it to me or Bill. You do not want to piss that woman off."
He leads Conner into the bullpen — a huge, open room cluttered with desks and noisy staff all at various degrees of productive. "You'll want to spend a lot of time in here. These folks will help you get around town, tell you what you need to do. All that stuff."
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"Hey, dingbat. We're walking here," he says. Buster looks up and suddenly scoots out of the way, though he doesn't seem very happy about it. With the way clear of any potential tripping hazards, Wilford continues to lead the way down the hall. He points out various recording booths, dressing rooms, and offices, before pausing in front of another closed door. "Nick's office. If the door's closed, bring it to me or Bill. You do not want to piss that woman off."
He leads Conner into the bullpen — a huge, open room cluttered with desks and noisy staff all at various degrees of productive. "You'll want to spend a lot of time in here. These folks will help you get around town, tell you what you need to do. All that stuff."