"Looks like you've had a bit too much to think!" says the Mustachioed THINKPOL officer as he walks up to Winston in a stern voice.
Winston must have must have forgotten to hide the disgust and loathing in his eyes, because the large man in black moved closer still, his eyes hiding behind mirrored aviator-styled sunglasses.
"You have something to say, sir?" His voice menacing now. "No sir! No." Winston chirps nervously, averting his eyes as much as possible. Very well, then. Let's move along." The officer's voice calms somewhat to a dulled, professional cadence. "Remember, closed minds stop thought crimes. Let's move along."