[Travis Hoffman]

Andy mulls over the latest IRI team list with a perplexed look on his face....

Andy: This team just did an incredibly brave thing. What they should have done was stay at home! They don't own this game - the Thunderchickens do! Their ego is writing checks their robot can't cash. They've been busted, lost every qualification match at a regional three times, and received red cards twice, by me, with a history of high speed collisions with five hurdling robots, and one founder's brother's daughter!

Me, out of frame, randomly visiting for no reason: Libby Kamen?

Andy: And you, Hoffman. Your team is lucky to be here!

Me: Thank you, sir. Happy belated birthday, sir. May I get you another bottle of water sir?

Andy: And let's not beat around the bush, Hoffman. Your schtick ain't the best around. You need to be doing it better, and funnier than the other guy. Now what is it with you?

Me: Just want to serve my public, be the best caption writer on Chief Delphi, sir.

Andy: Don't screw around with me Hoffman. You're a heck of an instinctive writer. Maybe too good. I'd like to bust your butt but I can't. I got another problem here. I gotta send somebody from this backup list to Indianapolis. I gotta do something here, I still can believe it. I gotta give them their dream shot! I'm gonna send them up against the best. This team....is going to IRI. For two days, they will be competing against the best robotics teams in the world. They were number two, the Poofs were number one. The Poofs lost it - pulled out of the event. Now this team is number one. But they should remember one thing: if they screw up, just this much, they'll be building a robot frame out of rubber dog [puke] from Hong Kong!