Snippet #1705237

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Bobby still couldn't believe it. He had passed. It was one month later and he freaking passed. For some reason, Bobby grinned this last month, proud. Finally proud of something that didn't involve stocks and fiddling around with people's portfolios. The last month was pridefull and Bobby's attitude toward A.S.C.O was bordering on getting a tattoo somewhere on his body, mearly forgetting that his steady girlfriend had broke up with him, and living life was it was meant to be: in the present.

So he stood among 30 people, back straightened, until he had felt sharp metal on his back. Bobby turned and nearly all the courage he had exibited was gone in a single second, jumping away from the metal hand, arms across his face, nearly yelping until he saw it was John. It's been a month since he last seen John.
"Come on...now you can have one of those robotic hands..."

In disbelief, Bobby chuckled awkwardly to himself and looked at the board, spotting his name, along with John, Netanya's (a doctor who had treated a John) and an "Ayo." Scanning the board, it was obvious that Bobby had a lewd thought, primarily one of him being used to lure harpies for mating in Greece.
A mating dance. Bobby would jump back and forth and finish by exposing his-
John caught his eye once more and the people around him as they were going to sit down at the table and John gave them his little briefing. For probably once in his life, Bobby felt like he was on top of the world, and he didn't want to spoil the moment.

The group was one of the first to get on an elevator and Netanya and John made some small talk. "I've been doing good Terminator." Bobby said in a cheerfull tone, referencing his robot arm, and swayed his body back and forth in anticipation. "So what are harpies anyway?" The formal stock broker asked, straightening his tie, and took off his gas mask, stuffing it in a coat pocket and replaced with a pair of circular glasses. After all he doesn't need to wear a mask among friends.