Peter Clapham

Erik Destler: Could it be that I saw you at the opera last night?

Harrison: It's possible, I am the opera critic of the Gazette.

Erik Destler: Indeed, I found your account of Christine Day's performance, some what troubling. Could it be that we saw different shows?

Harrison: Ah Ms. Day, I was sorry for her, embarrassed really, the role was beyond her!

Erik Destler: Then perhaps you weren't afforded a seat befitting your status and your knowledge of the arts. The acoustics are somewhat inconsistent. Should you reconsider your evaluation, I could provide you with a private box.

Harrison: Sir, you flatter me. But in all truthfulness, I think I would rather die than to listen to that shrieking child for another evening!

Erik Destler: [attacks and kills Harrison by wrapping a wet towel round Harrison's head and squeezing hard before slamming him into a wall] As you wish!