"I'll be okay," Marco sighed as he stood up, "as long as whoever it is doesn't go "free-eeee"."
Jake peered down to the 50-yard line. "It's Melissa Chapman."
"She should be okay."
"...O'er the la-and of the free-eeeeee!"
"Shoot me now." Jake was actually standing at attention, leaving Marco free to mutter, "I hate flags, I really hate flags..."
Rachel hustled in, dragging Cassie. "Have we missed anything?"
"No."
"What are you reading, Ax?" Cassie pointed to a large tome that Ax (in human morph) was studying fastidiously.
"The rules and regulations of football. Fuhfuhfuh-"
"Can I read it?"
"Yes." He handed it over to Cassie, who turned to the front cover to see that in boring text the title, "Rules of Flag Football." She opened the book.
"Well," Jake hissed in a whisper, "did any of you meet up with...an old friend, recently?"
"Yeah," Marco nodded. "Yeah, he's into football himself?"
Rachel laughed. "That's the one."
"Doesn't seem the type, does he?" Tobias approached in human morph.
"No." Cassie shook her head reflectively. "Hey, what's the difference between a quarterback and a halfback?"
"Twenty-five cents."
"Tobias..." Marco shook his head pitifully. "Don't even bother."