"Can I get you a beer?"

"Sure." Mo wandered over to the computer as the writer went to grab a couple of beers.

"Hmmm." Mo shook his head at what he saw on the screen as if he'd just caught the dog peeing on the rug. This was not good.

He pressed a few keys and turned just as the writer came back into the room. "Thanks," he said, and popped open a beer.