-leans back in his chair- Even if you were, it's not much of a newspaper story.
It'd only be as part of a statistic.
-in a mocking tone- "Oh no- teenagers are getting romantic with each other- call the SWAT teams"
Though the maid thing is a good question.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-has seemingly detached himself from the conversation in recollection- I remember pretty well-
I worked with this man in Russia. Called himself "Winter Bear". He took his title quite literally- he was always dressed head to toe- almost exactly like a bear. He had an eye for detail- sometimes I really couldn't tell whether it was him, or an actual bear.
He took great offense when someone knocked the head off of his outfit- I saw him choke that man and leave him to die, face-down in the snow. It was a small job- break open an old abandoned gulag that was being used by a rival gang for weapons storage.
He always wanted to make sure we were following the plan to the letter- we all had specific roles- made it easy to do, and easy to blame someone if something went wrong.
Which it did- it turned out the fire alarm still worked, and someone had accidentally sounded it.
All of them became alerted- and we just about made it out of there, though we lost a few colleagues.
We got what we came for though, which at first I thought it was the weapons, but no- Winter Bear had taken a box of these- Japanese looking comic books with him, stolen from the leader of that gang.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-Is anyone in the main room or on the roof right now?-