PART I
The Chosen One gestured wildly, stabbing on finger at the man in front of him, “You …you are a monumental f**k up! Did you know that? A monumental f**k up with an infinitesimally small brain.”
The stabbing finger had turned into a pinching gesture to indicate the precise amount of microscopic that was meant to be.
“Fourteen years, fourteen years we’ve been working at this, and you make ONE cretinous remark and s**t just falls apart.”
The man who was not the Chosen One, and also not the unfortunate individual standing in front of the Chosen One, looked up at the ceiling and thought that the entire situation was on the precipice of becoming very dramatic very quickly.
As only thinking it seemed like a waste, the man offered the thought up to the room. “This whole situation is
