The snake-man didn't reply right away. Instead, he wedged his body between the edge of the doorframe and the corner of the room so he could slither up onto one of the beams and sulk properly in a big purple heap.

Once he was piled up there, he spoke again. "ASSHOLES!" Very informative. "This place isn't built for long people! Why do they have to have so many revolving doors! Try to go to the bank and suddenly you're a spectical! I swear to God!"