"THAT MUCH STEAM'LL BLOW THE ANT HILLS." Was said

  not with panic despite the way the man hollered everything he said.  An audiologist lowered the sound-catching paddle and his eyes welled with tears.  "That's the voice." 

  "WHY'S HE SAD?" 

  "His type only gets credit for captures." Said a calm and positively bossy woman with a mantel of hair brushed back away from her face and pulled into a scrunchie.  "Let's not ask each other any more questions 'til we get back outside." 

  The mainframe of the metalworks beneath Knoxville was orgasmic.  Shaking and shuttering and sweating.  We'd come to see why.