“Can we lock him up?” Jennifer says to Banner, without breaking eye contact with Rexall. “Seconded,” Letha says flatly. “Thi-thi-thi—” Lonnie says. “It’s unanimous,” Jennifer says, saving Lonnie the trouble. “I’m the victim here?” Rexall says, holding his parka out to show all the little fountains of singed white puff. “For your own safety,” Banner tells him, and knows for sure, now, that his contract won’t be getting renewed. But maybe he can still save Abby Grandlin.
Lock him up? Just because he's gross?
