"Despite all the ****e people like the majority of you have done to me, I'm still trying to help people-even the ones who hurt me-, I'm still sticking to my moral code, I'm still getting crap done! I-" there's a beep from the collar of Phil's jumpsuit.
"*sigh* Yes, Oregon?"
"I found 'em, sir! All three of them!" a dignified voice with a bit of a southern US accent comes out of a small speaker.
"That quickly?" Phil grins a little.
"Yes indeed, sir. Like a lightning bolt, so to say. Or...something fast that doesn't strike, as we haven't done anything yet."
"That's just fine. Thank you, Oregon."
Phil looks back up to the Council members and grins.
"Look at that, you've got me locked up in here and I'm still getting more done than you."