The Co-Opticrew has fought back! My recent admonishment of their predictability did not go unnoticed, and y'all... I am paying for it. Never mind the French jabs or the annoying weekend plans, it's the little things I can't get over. It's the staring, the water cooler whispering, the "accidental" tossing of my packed lunches into the trash. I can't take it anymore! Play as many space-looters as you want, you dang philistines. Just leave me out of it.