Bartholomew agreed, "Indeed, Sir. You will never win. No one in the history of the universe ever has."
Decisively Samson snapped the brass and wood pen together covering the point, "Then I'll get asymmetric on you!"
Suspicious, Grant demanded, "How so?"
He flicked the pen and launched himself out of his chair with both hands while the pen crashed into the mound of paperwork still crowding his inbox, while he exclaimed, "I'll cheat!"
Grant groaned, "Oh dear. Here it comes."
"Mister Grant! I'm going to go play with my spaceship!"
Dumbfounded to the point of no longer using perfect delectation, Bartholomew asked, "You're gonna what?"
Obscenely proud of himself, Samson declared, "You heard me, Mister! I'm going to go play with my spaceship."
While clutching the third grader folder
