nags of a similar ilk

Mike called work today. He was off at a client's, and wanted to know how we were doing, was Doyle busy, etc.

"Doyle's working like a mad man," I responded. "He's working so furiously his hands are a blur and I can't get a word in edgewise. He'll be done with all of his work, and ours, by the end of the day."

Silence.

"Uh... This I gotta see."

So, here you go, Mike: