I am shocked that such prejudice could surface after so much that I have achieved in alliance with the Fingers, but I suppose these days you lot can p...etty much get along just fine without me. I have built you remote controls, sensors, prosthetics, touch screens and other such devices that obviously put my usefulness to question. I must, however, propose one last testament to my invaluable use here at the Palministry."All the Fingers curled into private council. Then, one by one, each Finger. "Matt was so surprised at seeing Bob that he never saw the right cross that sent him tumbling to the floor. Bob stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him."Why am I supposed to be in Atlanta Matt? To take care of legitimate business or to get me out of the way?" Bob reached down to help the older man to his feet."Who is it Matt?" a voice called. In a voice slurred because of a fat lip Matt said, "It's Bob sweetheart. He's here about a business matter."Matt turned and walked toward his. "Good. We'd like to invite you over again on Thursday if you're not busy," Brad continued."I've made no plans," Karl responded."Excellent. Now I have to ask if you know what roleplay is?" Brad said."I don't. What is it?" Karl responded."Roleplay is like acting out a play. You pretend that you're someone different and then go with the flow. It's kind of how we played as kids. Pretending to be someone else and making up dialogue as you go along," Brad informed him. Karl nodded his understanding. "You cheated," I grumbled, when he crossed the goal line."Nah, you just suck." Jeff kicked the extra point, then grabbed his A&W and took a drink. "35-13. Com'n, Brown. This is almost laughably easy."Even while getting my ass handed to me at Madden Football, I enjoyed this opportunity to hang out with Jeff. No girls, no complications, just me and my best guy friend, playing video games, maybe some real live basketball later; just like we'd done for years. And since these were things that never.