Harrold raises the other eyebrow, he leans in and stares deep into your simulacrum soul. A smile breaks across his face. "You know what kid? I'm in. In fact, I think I can shuffle my plans over to someone else to be your perfect foil. This could be amazing actually. So you say you're a heel eh? What would you think about flipping the script and turning face right off the bat? Do you think that could work for your character"
"Care-eek-tor? What the hell y'all talking bout ass-wipe!?" You retort, befuddled by his tacit acknowledgment of wrestling's web of tangled lies.
"Never mind... listen, would you say you are a face for the people, one the common man can really get behind... or are you a thorn in the every-man's proverbial ass? What do you think Bobby-Jayne?"
