Let Sam In

You open the door and, to no one's surprise, it's Sam. You couldn't be entirely sure back in that dim bar, but in the full light of day he is quite handsome. The cocky grin on his face {if Frustrated = true}is strangely charming, too.{else}is a bit over the top, though.{endif}

"Hi Sam, come on in!" He does just that, and the two of you take a seat on the couch. "Soooo," Sam sonorously intones, "What is this little plan of yours?" You scoff at his disrespect. "I don't know what you are talking about, Sam. Unless you mean my brilliant, unparalleled Master Plan, of course." "Yes, yes, that," he chuckles, "The Master Plan. Please tell me more, oh great wise one." Oh, good. He learns quickly.

You hold out the transceiver, and Sam takes it from you, rolling the tiny communicator in his fingers. "As we both know," you start, "Getting into Mandy's panties isn't the hardest thing in the world. Doing it again after she's lost interest in you is another story. But you are going to have to if we're going to win our GAME." "Our GAME? I'm pretty sure it's just between the two of you." "I take the risk and get the win, you get the prize. For whatever she's worth... So stop complaining!" Sam holds up his hands in surrender, smiling, and you continue. "Now, given what's at stake for me and that you've already fucked things up with Mandy once," you glower at Sam to cut off his interruption, then continue, "I'm going to guide you through it all! That's where that little toy comes in!"

"So, you want me to put this in my ear?" "Uh-huh!"

"Then I'll go find Mandy?" "Yup!"

"And you'll, like, tell me what to say?" "You got it!"

"Then I fuck her, win your GAME for you, and we'll all live happily ever after?" "Eeeexactly!"

{if DealWithDarryl = true}"Well, almost," you continue, "I'd appreciate it if you'd let me loan her out to a nerdy friend of mine. He's the one who got me that device." {endif}"That's all! What do you think?" "It's a good plan. There's one flaw, though." His grin widens. {if Frustrated = true}Damn. After your pathetically failed tryst with Darryl, that smile alone is enough to send your mind racing again. {endif}"It assumes, quite mistakenly, that I need help to talk Mandy out of her pants. I can assure you, I can get any girl just fine by myself. Any. Girl."

{if Frustrated = true}He's a cocky bastard, isn't he? He's probably right, though... Yup, you are definitely feeling it.{endif}