You see that security guard on the right, there? The guy with the “intimidating hand on gun” pose? Yeah, I want you to meet Gambol, the smoothest sumbitch you’ve ever met. You see, Gambol has made a career out of looking intimidating while acting as a security guard for small-time politicians who don’t need security guards. He knows he looks the part, he knows he has the pose down pat, and so he’s cultivated a career wherein he can zone out on duty and compose love poems to his husband on the keypad he’s got where his gun would be. Gambol doesn’t even own a gun. Gambol counts on the fact that a confident person can run a room if he never leaves room to question that he’s in charge. His fifth wedding anniversary is coming up, and his husband is going to surprise him with a publishing deal. The poor man thinks he’s got Gambol fooled. That’s what Gambol loves about him; so innocent, so naive. Hrm, that solves the rhyming scheme, actually, better work that in. The mind of an artiste never rests.