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“Good morning, Jimbo,” I piped gleefully as I passed en route to my team room. The Terminate and Stay Resident application in my brain alerted me that the foot steps behind me had stopped when they should have kept going. As I paused at my door to punch in the combo I slung a glance at James just standing there, glaring at me with his precursor-to-knife-hand-confrontation glare.

Oh, no… I thought, it’s that shit I said about his foot that time back in Key West! What time was it this morning? All I knew is that it was still very early and I had already pissed off the mighty barbarian.

“Sssup, my bruthah?”