"God dammit! What a terrible shot." Jeff yelled at the TV.
"I can't believe we drafted that guy. He's a fucking joke!"
Now a few beers in, Adam and Jeff were completely engrossed in the game. At first they'd take a few breaks to check out the cube - see if it had done something, anything. But it just sat there, like a cube. Eventually they just gave up.
"So what are you going to tell the R&D; guys?" Adam asked.
"It's a dud, I guess."
"Maybe next time they can send along some instructions too."
"Yeah." Jeff turned to look Adam in the eye. "So, how did tryouts go today?"
Adam blinked, then smiled brightly. "OMG, so great! I knew all the moves, just like I practiced. And the other girls loved that I painted my nails in school colors! They said I really had a lot of spirit."
"That's wonderful!" Jeff beamed.
"I'm just, like, totally nervous. There's only so many spots. What if I don't make the squad?"
"It's alright, sweetheart. I know you tried your very best. And that's all that matters."
"Thanks, Mom!" Adam said. "Wait... did you just call me sweetheart?"
Jeff shook his head in confusion. "Did... did you just call me Mom?"
The two men looked at each other, then down at the cube...
