Shotput set his glass on the edge of the table and wiped his chin with the same napkin he’d just sneezed into. He looked around the table, pausing to check the reactions of all his witnesses. Crumbs sure wasn’t going to say anything, the coward. Ragtop looked down at his fingers with newfound fascination. Rip was the only one with any kind of nerve at all. He stared right back at Shotput with no intention of being the first to blink. Shotput snorted, his favorite kind of laughter and then grunted, his favorite kind of speech. Rip shook his head and sort of smiled.
“You’re a real piece of work,” Rip said. “You know that?”
“I’m on a journey of self-discovery,” Shotput replied.