Meanwhile at the Kardinia shoebox, Rodney barges into Satly's office...
Rodney: Mr Scott, Mr Scott, they're saying Dustin is a better player than meeeeee! *tearing up* And he should be captain!!! *sniffs and wipes his nose with his shirt sleeve*
Salty: Who gave you a key to my office, Flopsy?
Rodney: Flopsy? Wha? Ummmm. But I want to be captain!
Salty: Listen Flopsy, you aren't half the player or leader Dustin Martin is. You cost us the Premiership last year when you took the prelim's second-half off and hardly touched the ball.
Rodney: But... Dusty pushed me in the chest and called me a diving, flopping, self-centered, egotistical ignoramus!
Salty: Shut up while I'm talking. And you did nothing to keep Kelly a Cat. Nothing! You were too busy trying to get yourself in front of the cameras to bother.
Rodney: But, But. I don't even know what "ignoramus" means.
Salty: For *smile* sake! It means Dusty is a rocket scientist and you aren't fit to stud his boots.
Rodney: Boots? Wha???
Salty: Listen Rodney. I'm going to say this once. And only once. So listen carefully.
Rodney: Yes, Mr Scott?
Salty: Give me back my office door key, and *smile* off out of my office!
Rodney: But... The Victorian team captaincy!
Salty: Now!!!
Rodney: Yes Mr Scott.
Salty: And *smile* stay out!
*door closes*
Salty: *Presses the Intercom* Sherylene?
Intercom: garblewarbleflaart?
Salty: Make sure someone takes the Flopper home will you, don't want him getting locked in the ladies toilets again after he forgets how to leave the building.
Intercom: snorgleborglewart!
Salty: Oh and get someone top refresh my ping-pong ball supply. I've nearly run out!