"As you could expect, with the support of the equally enraged Master Allan, Master Yorrick threw down his cane and screeched, 'You little—!'"
Kyle was currently reading through the investigation report while attempting to reenact portions of what'd been documented.
Unfortunately, because he was doing so with the exact same expression he'd use while reading weather forecasts, the dramatic recreation ended up having the opposite effect.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
A panicked blonde abruptly cut him off.
"So they basically fought again?!"
Ollie looked completely deranged.
He'd been listening to the findings this entire time, but even after hearing about elderly master mechanics nearly getting into what sounded suspiciously like a hair-pulling contest, he still couldn't understand what any of it had to do with little ol' him.
So the blonde stood up and pointed at himself.
"Kyle!"
