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Andrew looked at the grainy photo of Neil Josten and thought brown, bland, boring and blegh. But that wasn’t the problem, the problem was the synthetic, manic smile on his face. “Experimental anti-psychotic drugs” it said glaringly in red. According to the court of law beating two full grown men to death, whilst trying to protect his mum, was deemed to be excessively violent. However Andrew thought it was a pretty justifiable reaction, but that may just be his apathetic nature and lack of morals.
“Coach, I must have him”. As expected all Kevin saw was Neil josten’s ability to chase down a ball with a stick. “Careful Kevin, I can see your boner from here” Andrew snarked. Kevin aimed a mean glare that bounced off Andrew’s thick skin. “Come on, you’ve seen him Andrew, his innate talent and speed and reflexes is exactly what we need for the foxes this year. But why the hell is he down playing his skills. Doesn’t he want to win?!”. Andrew pulled out his emergency Panadol, his in depth research found that his recurring headaches directly correlate to whenever kevin is around. Surprise, surprise. “Not everyone loves exy as much as you do Kevin”. Kevin frowned and Andrew closed his eyes, if he couldn’t see Kevin was he really there? David Wymack, or coach as we like to cleverly call him, cleared his throat, “ Kevin’s right he’s a dimond in the rough, we could use him”. Andrew rolled his “He’s not right in the head that’s for sure, Bee would have the time of her life tryna figure him out”. Coach raise an eyebrow as if saying “have you met the team”. Andrew tiled his head in consideration and Coach sighed “I’m sure he’ll fit right in”. Andrew knew that this was going to be very bad idea, but when did anyone every appreciate his wisdom? Idiots, really, the whole lot of them. “Fine” he thought, “fuck Neil josten, fuck exy and most of all fuck Kevin fucking day”, annoying ass motherfucker.