Few’s The Kids Are All Wrong. Chapter 3.

Too Few Is shuffling around his desk, it’s what he calls dancing. He smirks, it could be a grimace. “Where’s the gin?” He roars; “Never mind.” He spot a half empty (half full) bottle on the window ledge, grabs a rancid coffee cup and pour liberally. Big gulp. “Aha, you are a fucking genius! That…