The Value Is Inexpressible

O.J. (Office Jesus) is developing a tendency (or perhaps I am just barely noticing) to speak in the most ear splitting level whenever you ask him a question. If he feels he is saying something particularly pointed and illuminating you had better just leave the building and head to the nearest ear specialist. It's getting more and more frightful, although he seems to be putting less value on being similar to me. Which makes us feel less creepy.

Such low hanging fruit almost doesn't warrant our attention so we've been looking for fresh places to focus our thoughtless ridicule and unbridled scorn, and wouldn't you know we didn't have to look long.

The Touched has similar speech issues as the O.J.. We have a serious problem with pronouns so we can dig. He leaves the keys to his Mercedes on his desk the same way The O.J. leaves out the CAA script on his. These are conversation baits and we avoid looking at them. At any cost.

The Touched can be doing anything he wants to do and if you listen closely you'll hear about how he knows how to do everything. Every time you look, however, you sadly notice that The Touched isn't off being amazing doing any of the amazing things he talks about incessantly. He's just there. Not working. Being a lout.