[SDCharm]

The friend that sat in the chair of the office was someone very...impatient.

He was impatient because he fancied himself a particular kid of action. Any kind of action that stimulated his senses for some real good tension. Humiliation. Degrading situations! Just thinking about it made him want to-

"Ahem. Master Game. Are you listening to me?" Harriman looked down at the friend and he perked up with a smirk.

"Yes sir. I'll obey the rules of Foster's and all that jazz." Game was smiling brightly. He didn't care much about the rabbit. Most of the friends he saw walk by wouldn't do either. He needed someone who'd be fun for him! A nice seasoned loser...