“Where the hell is it!” Mark shouted.
“Right there beside the capiork!” Al replied.
“THE WHAT?”
“The Capiork, beside the Pyrene Squeeze lever. Take hold of it and give a firm tug, the bujumnuts will fall into place, and the grumple-levers will lock the virus into the Bejaysus Room!”
Mark ran, and felt about frantically for the Pyrene squeeze lever, then heaved on the capiork with everything that he had. The Capiork’s tension lever released, and it slipped from Mark’s hands.
Unseen mechanisms within the recesses of the walls sounded with a grinding cocophony.
Al slumped and sighed, holding his head in his hands. “Thank god!” he relaxed.
Mark looked at his colleague and asked, “Why the hell didn’t you just tell me to pull the Orange rope next to the fire-extinguisher, so that it would release the locking-hold in the isolation room!?”
Al looked up, “I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I’m not sure that you realize that what you heard is not what I meant,”
’WHAT?!"
“Exactly!”