“Rando.” Which one of you is speaking? “Me.” That doesn’t help. “It’s, uh, me. You know: me.” Oh. Hey, Bobby. Not a rando. “No? Wait. Ah. He’s my manager?” Are you basing that on his Semitic looks? “Little bit.” Not your manager. That’s Al Franken. “From Trading Places?” Yes. “Huh. Guy’s a heck of an … Continue reading Friendly Fire In Rando War