The Complete Roderick

No.	Pref.	Rank	Ballot I		Ballot II
			O	F/T	F	T
O	F	FTO	–	O	O	–
3	F	FOT	–	3	3	–
O	T	TFO	–	O	–	O
6	T	TOT	–	6	–	6
5	O	OFT	5	–	5	–
1	O	OTF	1	–	–	1

15 Votes Total

No Award	6
Fong	8
Tarr	7

Today the stain on the door looked to Ben Franklin like a Portuguese man-o’-war. ‘You’re not going to let a little thing like that worry you, Christ, I wish he would take us to court. Laugh him off the faculty.’

Fong crunched an antacid tablet and blinked. ‘Tarr, no, he doesn’t worry me. Only it’s just one more little piece of aggravation…’

‘Relax, I’ve seen the printout on that too. Funny part is, if Tarr hadn’t trotted out his little project Ripoff — well-named — we would’ve lost, 12 to 3. Guess you could say the psychic world has done us a favour — okay, what is wrong?’

‘Thought Dan would’ve told you himself. I’d better — grrrp — wait, let… let him tell you himself.’

‘Yeah, wait.’ Franklin looked at the door again. Now it looked a little like a parachute, its shrouds unravelling as it descended. Funny how you could see almost anything…

‘Tell you one thing, I want some changes made around here. When we move, I want a whole new structure. No more of this prima donna act of his, this, well Dan, just talking about you. Lee says you’ve got some little problem.’

‘No problem.’ Dan closed the stained door and leaned against it. ‘I’m just leaving, that’s all.’