Yeah, that’s right—and it fragging picks me to admit it—a setup. I was manipulated and channeled and played like a sap and made to dance like a fragging puppet. Every move and countermove, every option, already plotted out before-hand. This woman—or whoever she represents—knew I was coming, and guessed all too fragging accurately how I’d react to various stimuli. The whole thing was choreographed to get me into this room, coming face to face with this elf biff across this table. I hate being predictable.