WAITING FOR FREDOT
Camerogon: (Is sitting on second base, struggling with his cleats)
Markakimir (enters). “Ah, there you are!”
Camerogon. Yes. As I have been since I don’t know…
Markakimir: New York?
Camerogon: Yes, I suppose.
Markakimir: May one inquire where Your Mightiness spent the night?
Camerogon: On second. I’m waiting on Fredot to drive me in.
Markakimir: Did they beat you?
Camerogon: Who?
Markakimir: The usual lot. IWOTM, the Natspos, you know…them.
Camerogon: Yes. What did you expect? Shut out. Repeatedly. I have been waiting on Fredot.