His hand trembled as he struggled to write.
His brain couldn't take everything. The light, the sound, the temperature of the air. His brain never can; The baseline input to his peripheral nervous is always too much.
He kept getting pulled away by everything. He stared at the pages, and forced himself to write, to write something, to fill in the blanks even it was wrong.
He filled in the blanks. Shaking and trembling he didn't want to write anymore; He was just filled in what he was supposed to, too much going on for any more time spent to do any good. He forced himself to move the paper across the desk and get it away from him.
The man across the desk reached out and slid it toward himself, taking the time to read over it. The man skimmed the blanks to be filled, stopping part way before sighing and throwing the paper down: a mistake.
The man raised the paper to show it to another person across the desk, to show them how retarded the writer was.
Sitting and trembling. Shaking with a complete overload of everything around him, he noticed but didn't think about what any of it meant.
The other person read over the paper, never making eye contact with him.
That person stopped, and looked to the other in shock. Mouth agape and stupefied. The man laid the paper flat, and rocked back in his chair, sighing and thinking if he should say anything.
The man smiled, having laughed enough earlier he was now trying not to laugh. Grinning, he asked the writer if there were he had any questions; A shaking head in response, the man decided to wrap the whole situation up.
The man enjoyed it all. Other people were always a wonderful opportunity to laugh, and this particular event was unusually so.
This admirable, ambitious Christian man had little time for people who needed help. There was too much time being wasted that could be spent on accomplishing more important and Earthly things. He has not been outdone yet in his degeneracy, he needed this time to make it even harder to do so.