No, this was not happening, it was not allowed to be happening, he was not allowed to ever have to refer back to the Factory ever again, for the good of everyone's health.
He stared up at the freak, and then started pulling phlegm up from round about his toes before spitting the gob of ick right at the bastard's face. "Fuck off, you pointy-nosed bollocks!"
Naturally, that was just before the green-haired bitch came in and waved at him. "You can fuck off too," he snapped, and then he did his best to break free of the chair.