"We're being led by an idiot with a crayon."
    "I can hear you, you know. And besides, this is NOT just a crayon. It's going to help us more than you."

     M scowled while S smirked at him. M had only just joined the group, but he quickly had showed to be of use to the writers. He didn't like to mention that he was new. S always had a way to disguise the knife in his insults, but M would find them, quite easily. Too easily.

      "Well, what is it then? The Holy Grail?"

      This time it was S's turn to scowl, but in disapproval.

      "If you would have been listening during the plan briefing, you would have known. But--- " S sighed. "Fine. It's the object our whole worlds circle around. It's a lifewriter."