"You'll find I'm a very good sport." Jim reaches over the table and claps Stratos on the shoulder. "And you're a much better one than folks give you credit for."

The event itself isn't really that huge of a deal unless you want to get covered in confetti and have a cat girl smother you and push you into playing her game.

"Two minutes Stratos. Find a good use for 'em." Jim's off back toward the festivities, waving his phone as a bit of a farewell as he does so. Not a bad guy at all, really.