Adam Smasher smashes through a wall and grabs Motoko by the throat. "YOU THINK I WOULDN'T KNOW? I WOULDN'T REALIZE?"
Motoko chokes, unable to say anything even as Adam continues. "THE SNEAKY MAYHEM, THE MURDER, THE GOD DAMN MUSIC? YOU EVEN MADE IT LOOK LIKE A CHARACTER FROM AN ANIME! MOTOKO KUSANAGI, OR SHOULD I SAY, MORGAN BLACKHAND?"
The pressure finally eased on her throat, and she was allowed to slip to the floor as she gasped for breath.
"TRYING TO BAIT ME WITH A TRAP LIKE THIS, MAKING A FAKE BODY AND IDENTITY TO LURE ME IN, DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH." With that, he grabbed her by the skull and lifted her up again, so she could look him in his hate filled eyes. "I JUST HAVE ONE QUESTION FOR YOU, MORGAN."
He leaned in, until all Motoko could see was a single eye. "WHY A TEENAGE GIRL, MORGAN? WHY A TEENAGE GIRL? I'M NOT THAT TYPE OF WEEB, ASSHOLE. YOU'VE GOTTEN FUCKED IN THE HEAD SINCE THE LAST TIME WE MET. I'M FUCKING INSULTED."
His voice fell and he released Motoko to the floor again. "Get yourself a proper body and just fucking ask if you want to throw down again. Jesus dude." He walked through a different wall than he entered through, shaking his head clear of the rubble. "Fucking Ghost in the Shell bullshit, just use a phone and call me next time, fucking hell."