"Okay, hear me out. Don't be so quick to dismiss."
[Crowd mutters, pre-emptively angry]
"We sign Tom Gilbert..." [ducks a rotten tomato]
[Crowd leaves its seats and gestures at the stage, at each other]
"No listen!... Gimme a chance here. We sign Tom Gilbert..." [flinches at nothing at all]
"...and we play him a dozen games next season..."
[Mutters and murmurs have grown to a roar as some audience members clamber onto the stage]
"...but just to showcase him..." [is swarmed by a mob who knock the microphone stand down and headlock/drag/carry the speaker stage left]
"...(muffled) trade... mpfffasset..." [dull thud of fist making explosive contact with ribs]
[As William Wallace addressing his army of Scotsmen]
"...For the Draft! For the Draft!..."
[Voice dies away]