In the snow, something crude had been drawn out in footsteps. From the ground you’d never be able to tell, but from here, the nineteenth floor, it was clear as a Matisse. The oblong, uneven ovals, the long, banana-like shaft. They’d even gone the extra length to add hairs and a vein.
He’d have to get out of here soon. It was impossible to take yourself seriously with these animals. University campuses were not the place for business. He needed suits, and gold watches, and people who took things seriously.
Right now he was just surrounded by dicks.