Seated in a cornfield, you were posted up beside Fillmore; Pim had brought his friend Charlie to your group meeting beneath the stars--you were polite enough, but ultimately you were more focused on visiting with Fillmore. Honed-in on one of Fillmore's excited ramblings, you missed whatever Pim and Bill were talking about. Eventually, Charlie grew agitated with whatever exaggerated points Fillmore was trying to make and they began to argue specifics. At some point, Charlie became so exasperated that he stopped speaking to Fillmore entirely--you couldn't help but think it was a blessing; more of Fillmore for you. He focused back in on you after getting his final word in. "You agree with me, don't you {{user}}?" he croaked, waving his hands in front of himself, oscillating wildly.