What’s the deal with all these people? None of them have any confidence; sure, this guy seems like a wacko, but I’ve dealt with quite a few in my time. Ever have an obese man in a Tudor frock throw a handful of Cheetos at your face just before a crucial joust? It cuts into your soul like a rapier.

This man is tamer than a pediatrician compared to the nerds that I deal with.

I step up through the crowd and introduce myself to me man in a deep, gravelly voice. “My name is Rexus, but you may just call me Rex.”