B
Applause resonated throughout the room as the silent B slowly walked up onto the stage. The host handed the grinning genius the award, and then the microphone was thrust into B's hand. The audience's eyes were focused on him, expecting him to make a speech. He cast his eyes around uncomfortably, and then proceeded to smile at the audience, and snapped his fingers into a finger gun. The tension was high, the audience was waiting for him to say something, anything. But in the end he only said one word.
"Thanks."
And thus, he walked off the stage.
...I got lazy. Sue me.
...
...what? We had to do B sometime!
