Moebius stopped and turned round. He glared at Jones.

"I'm sorry? Were you talking to me or chewing a brick?"

The tension between the two rose until you could have cut it with a knife. Jones smiled.

"You heard what I said Mister Chairman. What's wrong, does the truth hurt? Is that it?"

Moebius continued to glare, his temper rising, he knew what Jones was doing and he took a long breath, blowing it under control.

"We both know YOU are the one behind this shit!"

Moebius got very close to Jones.

"Its only a matter of time before the men in the white coats come and carry you away for being the biggest nutjob in the universe. I'm sure my lawyers could find an excuse for making you take a psych evaluation. Now I suggest you keep out of my way while I find a way to deal with you and your fellow whack jobs."

Moebius stalked off down the hallway briefcase in hand.