Foolish Games8
By: the female apophis
I am soooooo not going over this again. You all know the rules...
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"Hello?"
"Did you know that you happened to miss a piece of the plate this morning when you were cleaning up the mess in my room?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Jack just removed a piece of it from my foot. I stepped on it when I was coming out of the bathroom. It was in my room."
"God, Sam, I am so sorry. I thought I had gotten it all."
"So, you did see us this morning?"
"Yes, I saw you. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes I did actually."
"Listen, Sammie, I would love to chat, but I head out in about ten minutes. I'll talk to you the next time I'm around, okay?"
"Alright, love ya dad!"
"You too kiddo! Bye."
"Bye."
Jacob hung up the phone, and just smirked.
"Something wrong Jake?"
"Not wrong, right. Sam and Jack had a huge fight last night."
George understood exactly what the smirk was about then. He was soon sporting one of his own.
"So, I believe it's time for me to cash in on some of those bets pools. Want me to collect yours for you Jacob?"
"I'd appreciate that. Thanks George."
"Anytime."
Jacob made his way down to the control room, while George headed off in search of Lewis Ferretti, the man in charge of all the bet pools on base.
~fin~
So cruel, just so, so cruel.