Jimmy and Jake had been impressed with the panel on virtual reality gaming, so much so Barry insisted they check out some of the vendors who specialized in VR.
His men had protested, saying they were there to promote Ranch-O-Rama.
“You deserve a break. Go on,” Barry had told them.
Jimmy and Jake hadn’t protested too strongly.
But now it was close to 5pm and they needed to go back to their room to bathe and dress so they could be back at the con in time for dinner and the awards ceremony.
“Take that, asshole!” Jimmy said.
“Oh no you don’t, scumbag!” Jake replied.
Both men stood in front of Xbox Kinect type cameras, dark visors covering their faces. They were holding black phallic-shaped objects in each of their hands. Clearly they were battling it out, but it looked odd because they
