I told him. "I just got tired of being shoved around. With the
physical exam over with you give me one reason why I should sit around
in my bare hide. Am I a machine? My name's Miller, not the Patient in
Cell Two."
He thought he was being reasonable. "And you think you get results by
knocking around people that are trying to help you?"
"With some people, you do. I tried talking, and that didn't work. I
got action my way, didn't I?"