Snippet #5050

"This has to be a joke. I was so close to getting laid."

And there it was. Stephen took his opportunity to alleviate the tension that was evident in their uniform grey world by doing the only thing he could ever do well in his life. By relentlessly mocking another's misfortune. The columnist leaned forward and sat on his haunches, curling his feet forward slightly. His face turned into a mocking grin, as a sort of forward warning. "Calm down, boy," he grunted, "It's not like she was gonna put out for you anyways."

The reporter leaned back on his haunches again, resting his rear against the floor. For a while he pondered as the others spoke. He heard something about his murder, along with the others', at that point, and decided to listen a bit more intently. The conversation extended for a while, then died out. Finally, he stood again. "Yeah, I guess I got no other choice. I'll help out with the investigation." He shrugged. "Beats moping around all day."