the urine expert in the room — "as they hear Charles Tavis addressing…"

The disciplinary reckoning's real weapon revealed last, hidden behind them the whole time: a urine expert, "severely underdue," summoned to the boom-lowering — the clean-urine anxiety that runs under E.T.A.'s whole drug economy walking into the room in a blazer. The doors close on a piss-test the secret users have been dreading; the sword over the habit made flesh.