<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Vedaa_Joe_3.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Joe (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q-aqg2Y8RQJG8CwTzELOm8DUiDTjtAlG984nufI67Rc/edit)</strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Vedaa_Joe.jpeg)</div><br/>Doc's response:<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311854.msg15169391#msg15169391">Quote from: Captain America on 17-11-2019, 00:39:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "The butler! In the Library with the pipe! Though I do prefer rope myself truth be told."<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>This caught Joe as odd, and he thought hard about it, but just could not make the connection he wanted to. He truly did not like it when others talked over his head, not that they were smarter than he, but that he was dumber than they. It escaped him as he thought of the students he tutored and the futures he was helping. It would come to him, it sounded right, he just didn't grasp it now, and there were other things to take care of.<br/><br/>Joe noticed that though he had stood, the others seemed headed for the door ahead of him, "Tasty one, allow me to get the door. I feel that you may offer a welcoming view that would offer them false hope, where I would definitely make it clear that their presence is unnecessary and unwanted." Oh, how he could almost fit the dainty little thing in his palm. Joe made ot catch up and lead the way out if he could, pulling the duffel around and in front of him as he exited the door, a makeshift shield. He drew down the end zipper enough to reach the aluminum baseball bat within, yet he did not draw it.