"Right!" Michael said, his voice full of a new, "Boss-like" confidence. He was pacing the "War Room," and this time, he wasn't the 'Kid Genius.' He was... the Boss.
"Gaffer, you... are right," Michael beamed. "We... need... The Ghost. He's our... kind of... broken. We... are signing... him."
"Good," Arthur rasped, a smirk on his face.
"Dad!" Michael turned to Steve, who was already on the phone, probably yelling at the Rolex people.
"WHAT?!" Steve boomed.
"I'm... busy! I'm... negotiating! They... think... 'Champions'... deserve... gold! I... agree!"
"Dad, we need $6 million!" Michael said. "Gaffer... also... needs... a goalkeeper! A new... monster... for the Championship!"
"A GOALKEEPER?!" Steve roared, his "Partner" eyes... gleaming. "I LOVE IT! 'Sammy'... is good! But... he's [CA 72]! He's... a boy! We... need... a MAN! A GIANT! A WALL! Michael... go... to your... magic... box! Find... me... a WALL!"
"I'm on it!" Michael laughed.
This... was fun.
