Jerry gave in to the annoying post-its on the fridge and came to poker. He didn't get what it was for, really he could only see it as some inane team building exercise, or that someone wanted to make money off everyone else. He had the chest piece, for teleporting, of his suit underneath his shirt and jacket, and sat at the table rather than the couch.
"The stuff they put in energy drinks?" Well energy drinks had been his only exposure to the stuff.
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