"Listen, Arthur. Don't make this harder than it has to be, alright?"

The man yanks at his restraints, but Norman remains unphased—he's bound so thoroughly that there isn't anything he can really do to block access to the injection site at the side of his gluteus. He inserts the needle a little forcefully, through the fabric of his pants and underwear, and depresses the plunger more quickly than training would tell him is comfortable or advisable with a substance this viscous.

"Now why don't you go ahead and take a nice nap?"