It's war you guys. Well...not war, but a lot of voice-raising and picking at! Have you guys read this??
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Business Man Steve, in Taxi-cab Richard's Taxi
from Beauregard in SWAHEB.
A briefcase rests on the spongey upholstery beside the man in the business suit. A hand reaches up and tightens a perfect knot in a green tie that accents the white shirt collar. The owner of the hand clears his throat and raises a neat-shaven face towards the front of the cab. Black thin-rims on square glasses suround clear eyes. Blonde hair is swept back and slick with gell. His teeth part as he begins to speak...
The driver turns in his seat. A cap is on backwards with gingery hair pokeing through the hole that should be at the back of the cap. Dark eyebrows raise in a questian above nut-brown eyes. Firm worker's hands grip the black plastic steering wheel. A smile that is almost no smile at all flickers across his smooth features, as he repeats a simple daily questian. "Where to, sir?"
"To the club," the business man replies with a gleam. "To the club."
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Probably just harmless fun. But....making them inequal?? Argh! It's....just not funny at all! Not really ticked off at Beau or anything, I just....eh, don't like that....