I don't want to talk about it part 2

I hit the floor at a dead run.
As I clear each section, I radio Butter and yell "Clear!"
He responds with "Roger"
The Mad Shitter is not here.
"Floor is Clear, over?" I say back at the stairwell.

"Shit." is all I hear Butter say and then the radio goes dead.

I take six deep gulps of air and jog up to the penthouse.

What I find is Butter half buried in books clutching a sweater that I can tell is not his own.

What's more, judging from the smell, Butter is probably wishing he had not grabbed it in the first place.

I jog over to him and look down at his green face.

He stares at the ceiling for a while and then says.

"Tell me again, why I have this job."

I look down at him and grin.

"To meet all the ladies." We say together.

Just then Hervey comes running up. 4 hours early for his shift.

"What did I miss?"

I shrug and then we pull Butter out of the pile of books.

After Butter is upright and we stand looking down at the carnage. Hervey looks at me and then Butter and shrugs

"So?" Hervey says.

"I don't want to talk about it." Butter says and hands Hervey the sweater.

Just then several librarians arrive and join us to consider the disaster area.

"What's that smell?" One of them asks.

"What smell?" I say as Hervey begins to look green.

Butter says: "I think I need an ambulance or a shower."

"I think we all need a beer." I say.

"Coffee it is then." Hervey says crossing to a trashcan and bags the sweater in the liner.