"Hey Jamie! Want to play?" Jamie replies that he's definitely up for a game, although he says he's not very good. Based on your past experiences playing Loot with him, you remain suspicious of his claim. Nevertheless, you start the game in a very civilized manner. After the ball has whizzed by your face and almost taken your eye out for the fifth time, it becomes clear that "not very good" was a gross exaggeration. "No more Mr. Nice Guy," you mutter to yourself, and bring on your extreme serve-o'-death. After only a few more minutes, victory is yours. You and Jamie make an appointment for a rematch later in the day. All that exercise is starting to make you a bit hungry. |