“These, stories,” I jabbed a finger at my laptop. “They are all about you saving the day, with miraculous solutions to problems I caused.” He turned around to look at me. “What’s the problem with- Oh, gotcha. You’re concerned that the stories are so accurate, my fans must somehow have access to classified info about our-” “These stories are not accurate!” “Really, Joe? Really?” “Are there any stories where I am not a complete and total moron?”
