"None of the senior writers would have done this. They draw up a plan, get everyone on board, and then they decorate." And since as of the day before Kent hadn't heard that they had finalized their ideas yet, he knew Aktamun was lying. As he did, seemingly constantly and without a conscience.
"Why do you always insist on ruining everything? You can't just take another person's fun away like this. What about their ideas? Their plans? What about the decorations they're buying, probably as you stand there like a dolt? You're the most inconsiderate, selfish, unskilled person I know."
Kent's tirade was all done at the same volume, but now he lowered his voice. "Take it all down right now. Maybe, just maybe, you'll be allowed to stay on the paper after this."