"The One About the Quiggle" by jack_skelling10 The soft knock might as well have been a sledge hammer banging on the door, so much did it disturb my concentration. Frowning, I put down the jar of peanut butter I had been eating out of and went to open the door. Standing on the worn out "Welcome to Pavilion Inn" mat was a bespectacled yellow Kacheek, looking a bit twitchy and nervous. "Ah, hello there..."
Location, Location, Location Rinok Fitel wouldn't say he was bitter. Well, okay, maybe a little. Well, okay, maybe a lot. But wouldn't you be? He was stuck as the right defender—the worst possible location where one could be.