Post by Amanda Kimmel on Sept 2, 2011 21:31:33 GMT -5
"All Star Paintball"
by Russell Hantz
Amanda Kimmel stood watching the rising sun, a pleasant smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Can you smell it, Erik?”
Erik scratched his head, looking around at the paint-splattered forest. “I smell paint, I guess.”
Amanda shook her hat-adorned head, sending her long brown hair twirling. “No, silly! It’s the smell of competition. This is going to be the greatest game that we’ve ever seen!”
Erik nodded. “So, tell me again why you wanted to have a big paintballing tournament?”
“Well, we’ve had a lot of issues with people getting killed, or getting sick from inactivedious and turning into zombies, so I thought that this would be a nice way of relaxing. I invited twenty-two friends to come and duke it out. It’s going to be a blast!”
“Literally!” laughed Erik.
Just then, the first car pulled up. Brett Clouser had arrived first, his Control Freak nature having afforded him the complete mastery of his vehicle necessary to get there early. Lex, Bob Dawg, Erinn, and Toddy all arrived next, in the same car.
“She keeps poking me!” Bob Dawg whined.
“I do not! And he’s on my side of the seat!” Erinn said, sticking out her tongue at Bob.
Colleen arrived next. Then Danielle, who had been delayed attempting to get a seat belt over her ginormous breasts.
Sierra drunkenly wandered in, having gotten lost on her way to the bar. Austin and Russell followed her.
“Aren’t you Angel Russell?” Austin asked. “Where’s your halo?”
“Pfft,” Russell said, waving his hand dismissively. “Ah’m RUSSELL HANTZ! I don’t need to wear no stinkin’ halo.”
“Actually,” Danielle piped up, “It’s because he was only pretending to be an angel. He wasn’t really an angel. He was an asshole.”
“Shut your mammose face, bitch!” Russell snarled.
“Ha!” Danielle laughed. “That’s not a word!”
While they were bitching at each other, Candice, Rupert, Kim, Brendan, Dan, Hunter, and Alina all arrived.
“eye’m ble2#a !jjkli^^!” exclaimed Alina as she came through the door. Six people liked this, for some damn reason.
Several minutes later, Darrah came in. Her hair was unkempt and messy.
“What the hell took you so long?” demanded Brett, who had been expecting everybody to arrive promptly at the paintball course at exactly 12:00:03, Central Time.
Darrah blew on her nails. “I was busy having a lot of sex with random guys that I saw on the street. I think one of them was named Steve.”
“Probably,” said Kim.
Rob arrived next, having gotten the cast of Redemption Island to carry him there on piggyback. Jimmy arrived, having had to stop and sign autographs for football fans several times. Jenna followed him closely, and insisted on hugging everybody in the room seven times before getting onto her team’s mat.
“Where is Fabio?” Erik huffed, stamping his foot. “Did he get lost?”
“He probably didn’t read the instructions,” Amanda said, shaking her head sadly. “Anyway, for this epic paintball tournament, we’ve decided to divide you guys into three teams, each of which is going to be represented by a shape. It’ll be stars versus circles versus squares!”
Everybody took a shape.
“Waaaait,” Brett whined nasally. “We all have the same shape. I checked twenty-seven times.”
Erik looked. “He’s right!”
Amanda looked too. “You’re all stars!”
There was a long pause. Everybody stared at Amanda.
“O... kay... moving on. We’ll divide you up based on the order you get here. Everybody take a paintball gun and a lot of ammo. The last person standing gets a pretend million dollars!”
“Woohoo!” said Lex.
“Why is Russell on my team AGAIN?” Kim moaned. “I freakin’ HATE that guy.”
“#$hewrg!” announced Alina.
Erinn immediately took off all of her clothes, while the other contestants ran off into the field.
“I have a plan!” Darrah said to the rest of the Fengbao team. “I’ll just stand in the open and look sexy. The other teams won’t dare shoot me.”
Standing atop a grass knoll, Darrah cocked a hip, and lowered the straps on her tank top. “Yoo hoo!” she said, seductively. There were several ominous splattering sounds, and Darrah collapsed and rolled back down the hill.
“Holy shit,” said Austin. “She’s covered in blood!”
“That’s not blood,” Brett said matter-of-factly, “Team Verraad has red paint.”
Meanwhile, team Auha were having problems. Rob bitched constantly about how miserable he was, and defected over to Verraad. Bob Dawg and Erinn kept accusing each other of having stolen each other’s stuff, and poking each other, and being on each other’s side of the hill. Finally, Erinn could take it no longer, and shot Bob in the back.
“I’d call you a bitch, except you’re a dude,” yelled Bob Dawg, wiping yellow paint off his neck as he slunk off to the sidelines.
“You’re a dude?”
Everybody stared at Erinn, who blushed. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”
Things got interesting shortly after this, as all three teams decided to use a fortress strategy, building a shelter for themselves in the hopes that the other teams would try to attack them and be picked off. Fengbao’s shelter was the only one that was awesome, while the other two collapsed. Brendan, sadly, was squashed by a branch, and died of massive internal hemorrhaging. Rob also took this opportunity to shoot Candice in the face.
“What the hell, Rob?” Candice yelled. “If you were going to shoot me in the face, you should at least tell me!”
“But that’s the game,” Rob whined, with tears leaking down his face.
While all of this chaos was going on, Fengbao sat in their massive fortress and ate a lot of stuffed crust pizza and bubble gum.
“I hate you all!” shrieked Sierra, for no reason. “I quit!”
Everybody ignored her.
“Hey!” Sierra hollered. “Are you listening to me! I’m quitting!”
“Okay,” shrugged Jimmy. “See yuh later.”
“I’m serious!” Sierra said, wagging her finger at Jimmy. “I will QUIT!”
“’k,” said everyone. “Bye.”
Dan stood up to wave goodbye to her, and was cut down by a hail of paint.
“I don’t wanna be on this team any more,” Danielle whined. “I’m going over to Verraad.”
“Hold on,” said Amanda, waving her arms and running onto the field. “This whole thing is getting really unbalanced. We’re just going to have it be Fengbao versus Verraad now. The teams will be uneven because some bitch quit, but because some bitch quit, we’ll find a way to work around the fact that some bitch quit, so that we can keep playing, even though some bitch quit.”
After everybody had gotten their weapons and team assignments, the game began in earnest. Everybody began shooting wildly at each other, and several paintballs splattered across Darrah and Sierra, who for some reason hadn’t left the playing area despite having been eliminated several rounds ago.
“Crap!” yelled Rupert. “This is getting intense!”
“We gotta get out of here,” agreed Lex.
The Verraad team broke cover and ran to a more advantageous position, but Jimmy’s old ones were too slow, and the former football coach took several paint balls to the back.
“Noo!” howled Rob. “Our wizard!”
Lex snorted. “If he was a real wizard, he’d have known Expelliarmus and survived.”
Meanwhile, Fengbao called a team meeting. “Well, guys,” said Todd, “I hate to say it, but I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s someone on the team that’s really dragging us down.”
“-\[<rrrrrfrq?” asked Alina, who then lapsed back into a coma.
“Alina’s right,” said Todd. “Russell is obviously the weak link here.”
Russell stared at him.
“But I think we’d all be better without Kim, anyway,” Todd said, turning and firing his gun. Kim, however, held up a sheet of rubber, and Todd’s paintball bounced back and splattered him across his face and glorious fauxhawk.
“Why are we even team-killing?” Russell said. “Shouldn’t we, y’know... go after Verraad?”
The Fengbaos agreed, and stormed the ridge. Verraad, however, had gone into hiding, ducking behind various trees and bushes.
“Do you see them?” Kim yelled.
“I see exactly seventy five trees, each of which contains an average of twenty-seven branches, each of which contains approximately thirteen twigs, each of which contains between one and five leaves,” Brett reported.
“Wait,” said Russell suspiciously. “What’s that?”
There was what appeared to be a large round shape, approximately the size of a watermelon, sticking out from one of the trees.
Colleen shot at it. There was a shriek, and Danielle staggered out of the woods, clutching one of her massive breasts. “Bitch, you shot me!” she howled.
Colleen stared at Danielle. “You’re like 70% breast. I don’t think I could have missed.”
With a huff, Danielle stomped away.
Amanda came over then, to announce that there were supplies located several hundred feet away, and the first team to get there would get to have a significant advantage. Majorly pissed off at having been called weak, Russell picked up several members of his team and carried them to the supplies.
“Maan,” said Rob, throwing down his Red Sox hat in disgust. “I’m gonna be out next, I just know it.”
Just after he finished saying this, there was a shriek from the woodlands, as Jenna attempted to hug her gun and inadvertently shot herself in the leg. She gave everybody a hug on her way out.
Amanda called another halt, and all of the remaining competitors marched out into the center of the playing field. Amanda took off her hat, which bore a significant red splotch. “Do you see this?” Amanda growled. “That bitch who quit, Sierra, who quit, shot my hat.”
Everybody gasped.
“It was nice knowing her,” said Russell sadly. “Will they ever find her body?”
Erik shook his head solemnly.
“Luckily the paint is washable, or else I’d have laser-eyed her straight to hell. Anyway,” Amanda said, “Fengbao are really just camping out in their fortress, and owning the hell out of Verraad, so I think someone should change teams. Any volunteers?”
Everybody on Fengbao raised their hand.
Amanda shook her head sadly. “Alright, we’ll just randomly pick Hunter and keep moving.”
Hunter did a little dance of joy as he exchanged guns.
Several more shots were exchanged between both teams, inflicting several paint stains all over the surrounding woodlands.
“This is it,” said Rob sadly. “I’m going to be out.”
As soon as he said this, a paintball struck Rupert right on his broken toe. The big man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his wounded foot.
“Alright!” Amanda called. “That’s enough team violence for right now, I think. It’d be a much better game if the eleven of you were competing individually.”
“Oh maaaan,” whined Rob. “It’s totally gonna be me out next.”
“Eleven?!?” shrieked Brett, counting his competitors fifteen times. “Amaaaaanda, there’s only ten!”
Amanda smiled. “Well, I have a surprise for you.”
“Plus,” Brett interrupted, “has anybody heard about what Russell did in Japan that one time?”
“YES,” said everybody.
“He won EVERYTHING!!” Brett shrieked. “EVERYTHING IN THE FREAKIN GAME. HE EVEN WON THE GAME!”
Russell stared blankly at Brett.
“We know that,” said Amanda. “It was awesome. Anyway, the secret I was going to tell you is that I looked in the rules, and it turns out that team-killing isn’t actually allowed. So Bob Dawg gets to come back in.”
“Hell yeah, bitches!” said Bob Dawg, strutting into the area.
“*$asaeonjlkw~!!#4,,” Alina said in surprise.
“Screw that,” said naked Erinn, shooting him six times.
“What the fuck?” yelled Bob, with purple paint dripping from his mustache.
“Is he out now?” naked Erinn whined.
Amanda checked the rule book. “Uh... yeah.”
Naked Erinn smiled. “Good.”
“But before we get going,” Amanda said, “we have a bunch of prizes to give away.”
Everybody got lots of cool things. Except Russell, who got a rock. He painted it with blood and named it Murderous Bob.
Hunter slipped on a pair of cool shades. “Hasta La Vista, Baby,” he said in an Austrian accent.
Then everybody remembered that they were supposed to start shooting each other, and started attacking like crazy. Rob complained that it was totally going to be him that got shot. Some people had shields that stopped other people from shooting, and others had extra paintballs that they used to shoot more times. In the end, Hunter wound up getting shot ten times.
“Ah’ll be bahk,” Hunter said, slipping away from the playing area.
And then there were nine. Russell stared at all of them, wondering who would be shot down next.
“It’ll be me,” said Rob morosely.
Russell stared at him, then continued his inner monologue. He wondered who would go the distance, and who would be the champion in this all-star paintball match. Lex, the bastard. Rob, the Sobfather. Alina, the `$%4elkja. Erinn/Aaron, the shemale. Austin, the other guy. Colleen, the diva. Kim, the Russell chaser. And Russell, who is RUSSELL HANTZ.
“Wait!” howled Brett. “You forgot me! I’m the Control Freak, remember?”
Russell was startled. “How did you know I forgot you?”
Kim stared at him. “You’ve been talking out loud, like, this whole time.”
“Oh.”
“You still forgot me,” said Brett.
Russell sighed. “Alright, fine. And Brett the control freak.”
“It’s supposed to be capitalized.”
“Brett the freakin’ Control Freak. You happy now?”
“Yep.” Brett smiled. “By the way, have you heard about what you did in Japan?”
Russell sighed. It was going to be an interesting game...
by Russell Hantz
=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Amanda Kimmel stood watching the rising sun, a pleasant smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Can you smell it, Erik?”
Erik scratched his head, looking around at the paint-splattered forest. “I smell paint, I guess.”
Amanda shook her hat-adorned head, sending her long brown hair twirling. “No, silly! It’s the smell of competition. This is going to be the greatest game that we’ve ever seen!”
Erik nodded. “So, tell me again why you wanted to have a big paintballing tournament?”
“Well, we’ve had a lot of issues with people getting killed, or getting sick from inactivedious and turning into zombies, so I thought that this would be a nice way of relaxing. I invited twenty-two friends to come and duke it out. It’s going to be a blast!”
“Literally!” laughed Erik.
Just then, the first car pulled up. Brett Clouser had arrived first, his Control Freak nature having afforded him the complete mastery of his vehicle necessary to get there early. Lex, Bob Dawg, Erinn, and Toddy all arrived next, in the same car.
“She keeps poking me!” Bob Dawg whined.
“I do not! And he’s on my side of the seat!” Erinn said, sticking out her tongue at Bob.
Colleen arrived next. Then Danielle, who had been delayed attempting to get a seat belt over her ginormous breasts.
Sierra drunkenly wandered in, having gotten lost on her way to the bar. Austin and Russell followed her.
“Aren’t you Angel Russell?” Austin asked. “Where’s your halo?”
“Pfft,” Russell said, waving his hand dismissively. “Ah’m RUSSELL HANTZ! I don’t need to wear no stinkin’ halo.”
“Actually,” Danielle piped up, “It’s because he was only pretending to be an angel. He wasn’t really an angel. He was an asshole.”
“Shut your mammose face, bitch!” Russell snarled.
“Ha!” Danielle laughed. “That’s not a word!”
While they were bitching at each other, Candice, Rupert, Kim, Brendan, Dan, Hunter, and Alina all arrived.
“eye’m ble2#a !jjkli^^!” exclaimed Alina as she came through the door. Six people liked this, for some damn reason.
Several minutes later, Darrah came in. Her hair was unkempt and messy.
“What the hell took you so long?” demanded Brett, who had been expecting everybody to arrive promptly at the paintball course at exactly 12:00:03, Central Time.
Darrah blew on her nails. “I was busy having a lot of sex with random guys that I saw on the street. I think one of them was named Steve.”
“Probably,” said Kim.
Rob arrived next, having gotten the cast of Redemption Island to carry him there on piggyback. Jimmy arrived, having had to stop and sign autographs for football fans several times. Jenna followed him closely, and insisted on hugging everybody in the room seven times before getting onto her team’s mat.
“Where is Fabio?” Erik huffed, stamping his foot. “Did he get lost?”
“He probably didn’t read the instructions,” Amanda said, shaking her head sadly. “Anyway, for this epic paintball tournament, we’ve decided to divide you guys into three teams, each of which is going to be represented by a shape. It’ll be stars versus circles versus squares!”
Everybody took a shape.
“Waaaait,” Brett whined nasally. “We all have the same shape. I checked twenty-seven times.”
Erik looked. “He’s right!”
Amanda looked too. “You’re all stars!”
There was a long pause. Everybody stared at Amanda.
“O... kay... moving on. We’ll divide you up based on the order you get here. Everybody take a paintball gun and a lot of ammo. The last person standing gets a pretend million dollars!”
“Woohoo!” said Lex.
“Why is Russell on my team AGAIN?” Kim moaned. “I freakin’ HATE that guy.”
“#$hewrg!” announced Alina.
Erinn immediately took off all of her clothes, while the other contestants ran off into the field.
“I have a plan!” Darrah said to the rest of the Fengbao team. “I’ll just stand in the open and look sexy. The other teams won’t dare shoot me.”
Standing atop a grass knoll, Darrah cocked a hip, and lowered the straps on her tank top. “Yoo hoo!” she said, seductively. There were several ominous splattering sounds, and Darrah collapsed and rolled back down the hill.
“Holy shit,” said Austin. “She’s covered in blood!”
“That’s not blood,” Brett said matter-of-factly, “Team Verraad has red paint.”
Meanwhile, team Auha were having problems. Rob bitched constantly about how miserable he was, and defected over to Verraad. Bob Dawg and Erinn kept accusing each other of having stolen each other’s stuff, and poking each other, and being on each other’s side of the hill. Finally, Erinn could take it no longer, and shot Bob in the back.
“I’d call you a bitch, except you’re a dude,” yelled Bob Dawg, wiping yellow paint off his neck as he slunk off to the sidelines.
“You’re a dude?”
Everybody stared at Erinn, who blushed. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”
Things got interesting shortly after this, as all three teams decided to use a fortress strategy, building a shelter for themselves in the hopes that the other teams would try to attack them and be picked off. Fengbao’s shelter was the only one that was awesome, while the other two collapsed. Brendan, sadly, was squashed by a branch, and died of massive internal hemorrhaging. Rob also took this opportunity to shoot Candice in the face.
“What the hell, Rob?” Candice yelled. “If you were going to shoot me in the face, you should at least tell me!”
“But that’s the game,” Rob whined, with tears leaking down his face.
While all of this chaos was going on, Fengbao sat in their massive fortress and ate a lot of stuffed crust pizza and bubble gum.
“I hate you all!” shrieked Sierra, for no reason. “I quit!”
Everybody ignored her.
“Hey!” Sierra hollered. “Are you listening to me! I’m quitting!”
“Okay,” shrugged Jimmy. “See yuh later.”
“I’m serious!” Sierra said, wagging her finger at Jimmy. “I will QUIT!”
“’k,” said everyone. “Bye.”
Dan stood up to wave goodbye to her, and was cut down by a hail of paint.
“I don’t wanna be on this team any more,” Danielle whined. “I’m going over to Verraad.”
“Hold on,” said Amanda, waving her arms and running onto the field. “This whole thing is getting really unbalanced. We’re just going to have it be Fengbao versus Verraad now. The teams will be uneven because some bitch quit, but because some bitch quit, we’ll find a way to work around the fact that some bitch quit, so that we can keep playing, even though some bitch quit.”
After everybody had gotten their weapons and team assignments, the game began in earnest. Everybody began shooting wildly at each other, and several paintballs splattered across Darrah and Sierra, who for some reason hadn’t left the playing area despite having been eliminated several rounds ago.
“Crap!” yelled Rupert. “This is getting intense!”
“We gotta get out of here,” agreed Lex.
The Verraad team broke cover and ran to a more advantageous position, but Jimmy’s old ones were too slow, and the former football coach took several paint balls to the back.
“Noo!” howled Rob. “Our wizard!”
Lex snorted. “If he was a real wizard, he’d have known Expelliarmus and survived.”
Meanwhile, Fengbao called a team meeting. “Well, guys,” said Todd, “I hate to say it, but I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s someone on the team that’s really dragging us down.”
“-\[<rrrrrfrq?” asked Alina, who then lapsed back into a coma.
“Alina’s right,” said Todd. “Russell is obviously the weak link here.”
Russell stared at him.
“But I think we’d all be better without Kim, anyway,” Todd said, turning and firing his gun. Kim, however, held up a sheet of rubber, and Todd’s paintball bounced back and splattered him across his face and glorious fauxhawk.
“Why are we even team-killing?” Russell said. “Shouldn’t we, y’know... go after Verraad?”
The Fengbaos agreed, and stormed the ridge. Verraad, however, had gone into hiding, ducking behind various trees and bushes.
“Do you see them?” Kim yelled.
“I see exactly seventy five trees, each of which contains an average of twenty-seven branches, each of which contains approximately thirteen twigs, each of which contains between one and five leaves,” Brett reported.
“Wait,” said Russell suspiciously. “What’s that?”
There was what appeared to be a large round shape, approximately the size of a watermelon, sticking out from one of the trees.
Colleen shot at it. There was a shriek, and Danielle staggered out of the woods, clutching one of her massive breasts. “Bitch, you shot me!” she howled.
Colleen stared at Danielle. “You’re like 70% breast. I don’t think I could have missed.”
With a huff, Danielle stomped away.
Amanda came over then, to announce that there were supplies located several hundred feet away, and the first team to get there would get to have a significant advantage. Majorly pissed off at having been called weak, Russell picked up several members of his team and carried them to the supplies.
“Maan,” said Rob, throwing down his Red Sox hat in disgust. “I’m gonna be out next, I just know it.”
Just after he finished saying this, there was a shriek from the woodlands, as Jenna attempted to hug her gun and inadvertently shot herself in the leg. She gave everybody a hug on her way out.
Amanda called another halt, and all of the remaining competitors marched out into the center of the playing field. Amanda took off her hat, which bore a significant red splotch. “Do you see this?” Amanda growled. “That bitch who quit, Sierra, who quit, shot my hat.”
Everybody gasped.
“It was nice knowing her,” said Russell sadly. “Will they ever find her body?”
Erik shook his head solemnly.
“Luckily the paint is washable, or else I’d have laser-eyed her straight to hell. Anyway,” Amanda said, “Fengbao are really just camping out in their fortress, and owning the hell out of Verraad, so I think someone should change teams. Any volunteers?”
Everybody on Fengbao raised their hand.
Amanda shook her head sadly. “Alright, we’ll just randomly pick Hunter and keep moving.”
Hunter did a little dance of joy as he exchanged guns.
Several more shots were exchanged between both teams, inflicting several paint stains all over the surrounding woodlands.
“This is it,” said Rob sadly. “I’m going to be out.”
As soon as he said this, a paintball struck Rupert right on his broken toe. The big man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his wounded foot.
“Alright!” Amanda called. “That’s enough team violence for right now, I think. It’d be a much better game if the eleven of you were competing individually.”
“Oh maaaan,” whined Rob. “It’s totally gonna be me out next.”
“Eleven?!?” shrieked Brett, counting his competitors fifteen times. “Amaaaaanda, there’s only ten!”
Amanda smiled. “Well, I have a surprise for you.”
“Plus,” Brett interrupted, “has anybody heard about what Russell did in Japan that one time?”
“YES,” said everybody.
“He won EVERYTHING!!” Brett shrieked. “EVERYTHING IN THE FREAKIN GAME. HE EVEN WON THE GAME!”
Russell stared blankly at Brett.
“We know that,” said Amanda. “It was awesome. Anyway, the secret I was going to tell you is that I looked in the rules, and it turns out that team-killing isn’t actually allowed. So Bob Dawg gets to come back in.”
“Hell yeah, bitches!” said Bob Dawg, strutting into the area.
“*$asaeonjlkw~!!#4,,” Alina said in surprise.
“Screw that,” said naked Erinn, shooting him six times.
“What the fuck?” yelled Bob, with purple paint dripping from his mustache.
“Is he out now?” naked Erinn whined.
Amanda checked the rule book. “Uh... yeah.”
Naked Erinn smiled. “Good.”
“But before we get going,” Amanda said, “we have a bunch of prizes to give away.”
Everybody got lots of cool things. Except Russell, who got a rock. He painted it with blood and named it Murderous Bob.
Hunter slipped on a pair of cool shades. “Hasta La Vista, Baby,” he said in an Austrian accent.
Then everybody remembered that they were supposed to start shooting each other, and started attacking like crazy. Rob complained that it was totally going to be him that got shot. Some people had shields that stopped other people from shooting, and others had extra paintballs that they used to shoot more times. In the end, Hunter wound up getting shot ten times.
“Ah’ll be bahk,” Hunter said, slipping away from the playing area.
And then there were nine. Russell stared at all of them, wondering who would be shot down next.
“It’ll be me,” said Rob morosely.
Russell stared at him, then continued his inner monologue. He wondered who would go the distance, and who would be the champion in this all-star paintball match. Lex, the bastard. Rob, the Sobfather. Alina, the `$%4elkja. Erinn/Aaron, the shemale. Austin, the other guy. Colleen, the diva. Kim, the Russell chaser. And Russell, who is RUSSELL HANTZ.
“Wait!” howled Brett. “You forgot me! I’m the Control Freak, remember?”
Russell was startled. “How did you know I forgot you?”
Kim stared at him. “You’ve been talking out loud, like, this whole time.”
“Oh.”
“You still forgot me,” said Brett.
Russell sighed. “Alright, fine. And Brett the control freak.”
“It’s supposed to be capitalized.”
“Brett the freakin’ Control Freak. You happy now?”
“Yep.” Brett smiled. “By the way, have you heard about what you did in Japan?”
Russell sighed. It was going to be an interesting game...
