Bryson laughed and sat down. “Ah, I don’t know about that. I’ll take an older man over a young one any day.”
The group went silent for a second, then the man in the plaid jacket slammed his hand on the table. “Ha! I told you! The drilling equipment might not be state of the art anymore, but the radar still knows where to find oil.” He lifted his hands to his forehead and stuck out both pointer fingers, chirping like a robot while swivelling back and forth in his seat. He stopped, facing Bryson, both fingers pointing. “Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!” He zipped over a few more inches until he was facing Duke and the sound became more of an alarm, “Whoop, whoop, whoop!”
Bryson couldn’t help but to laugh. “I mean…I’m not gonna call you a liar.” That made the rest of the table, including the m
