We rolled up to the old mall thirty minutes before we were supposed to start work. I removed the key from the ignition of my nineteen eighty-five Mustang convertible and looked at Chill. He was grinning from ear to ear and neeking out in a spastic way. He still looked cool. Of course, he did.

Chill was jerking around, turning his head all over the place as if he was famous people watching and was afraid he might miss something. His whole body was jerking with him, and I rolled my eyes. I mean, I kind of get why he was feeling the way he was. This was SRG after all, but I wasn’t really a gamer. Shh, don’t tell anyone.

We climbed out of my car, and I had to grab Chill’s hand and pull him along to get him to stop looking for his idols, “Bro, even you can’t make rabid fan look good. Chill or I’ll have to start full naming you.”

He gasped, “You wouldn’t!” he said in a scandalized voice and straightened his shirt that had FTO’s logo emblazoned on the front with a picture of a... I don’t know what it was, honestly. It was a character with tentacles hanging around its head and face and a sword in its hand. Whatever. At least he was acting like a normal human being again.

Chill draped his arm around my shoulder, well it was more like a hand, he’d have to bend over to rest an actual arm on my shoulders. I’m a little on the... vertically challenged side. And my bro was over six feet tall. It’s hard to believe we’re twins, honestly. I’d think I was switched at birth if it weren’t for the fact that I look like mom and Chill is the spitting image of dad.

We made it to the entrance and went through it with a handful of employees. Most of them waved at the man behind the giant desk that sat to the side of the lobby of SRG, before moving farther into the bowels of the company. Chill left his hand on my shoulder as we walked towards the man.

He was a slender man of middling height, somewhere in between my bro and me. He had a sad, droopy mustache and brown eyes that looked bright and intelligent. He was an oxymoron in the flesh.

“Hello, I’m Achilles Addams, and this is my sister Athena, we’re here for the internships,” my brother used his smile on the man. That smile was a force of nature, just like the rest of my brother. He was the reason we got the jobs, after all. It was sweet that he wanted me to be here too.

“Forsooth! What zephyr didst bring thee to mine person? Thine zany tresses art absolute and art quite deserving,” The man said, and I felt my upper lip pull back in my shock and dismay.

Seriously, what the fluck is this man saying?