Leaning against the walls of the local comic joint, Jerry was scanning for new releases. He was the Secretary of Fantasy and Roleplaying games. He was arguably the least fucked up of the club. He was also most likely autistic.

That’s when he noticed a new face. Jerry liked new faces. He walked over to the person, clearing his throat and trying not to sound awkward

“Beedee beedee beedee. Hey, buck. What brings you around these parts?”