She started taking instruments off them and tossing them away, yelling at the plushies. “Alright, who fucked up!? This isn’t how it's supposed to go down! These aren’t even the right schmucks!” She shook a small bear-shaped plushie, whose soulless sewn-button eyes displayed the most piteous helplessness. “I prepared mentally for weeks to put up with the disgusting bullshit I always have to, and now I’m not even in the right place!? Who was on bridge control today? Who do I have to—What?”