Quote of the Day

"What's the difference if you can trust us or not?" Gerald drawled. Then he cursed as, on the screen, his character's head got blown off with a hand grenade. He let loose a stream of shouted obscenities, then threw his head back, his words billowing a howl. As I stared--while pretending I was somewhere else--he bashed the controler against the wall, once, twice, and then once more for good measure. Then he sat up straight, crossed one leg over the other, and started a new game. "Either we'll do it, or we won't," he said calmly, as if the last few seconds hadn't happened.
Okay, now I was a little freaked out.