"Sure," Mike answered, flopping down into his chair. It was a sort of instinctive reaction. If this guy was going to be so perfect, then Mike was going to go out of his way to be exactly the class he grew up as - which meant the poorer-than-dirt class. The started-fights-as-a-hobby class.

He was going to have fun.

"So, let's see here," he mused, looking over the questions yet again. No matter how many times he went through them, he never quite memorised them. "Let's start with this one. What time of day do you get the most done?"

Mike bet himself a mental penny that the answer wouldn't be the crack of dawn.