Customer Service from Hell

<Snip>"Ok, I'm back. Whadda you want Jay?"
Jay grit his teeth, and put intentional pauses in his speech.
"I need, you to get everyone over here, and help us out. Charles, is
back, and he's plotting something. We're trapped, in a cage."
"Oh, ok, so…why did you want MP again?"
Jay sighed heavily, piquing Charles' attention.
</snip>
The moaning coming from the festering corpses had now gone from a
murmur to an uproar. This racket and the shrieks of a vertically-
challenged crewmember were all that was audible.
"Did you catch that, everyone?" shouted Mk9, slowing his speech to
allow others to hear him better, "We are to make our way to the
castle! Jay needs backup!"
"What? Jay wears makeup?" returned a confused Seymour. "I don't
think this is the best time to discuss Jay's masculinity, but-"
"I said BACKUP! Not makeup!" interrupted Mk9.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Sorry, but you're going to have to-" Seymour explained, as the
zombie's exchange of verbal communication came to a sudden halt.
"-SPEAK LOUDER!" he blasted, not fully realising the rucus had
stopped.
An eerie silence hung in the air for minutes.
Suddenly, one of the ADSA staff dropped his pricing labeller and
took an awkward steps towards the group. The rest of the pack
followed suit.
"Well, don't just stand there," instructed Phil as he weighed a
block of Krakus ham in his arms, "DO something!" Phil hurled the
block at a cashier, smattering its brains across the freshly-waxed
tile. The zombified janitor was more than displeased.
<Tag! to anyone!> Hope that went right.