Peter's interview

Kisha let out a groan as she sat across from Peter.

"Well, what do you want to ask? I'm only doing this out of contractual obligation," Peter grumbled as he read his book.

"Um, put the book down? You're supposed to-"

"I have no reason to because there is nothing here demanding I divert such attention."

"Name."

"You know who I am."

"For the camera!"

"Peter Morphy. Now what is the question I'm required to answer?"

"Think your team will win?"

"Yes, if we play at the best of our abilities, we'll win."

"FINALLY! WE GOT DECLARATIONS, FOLKS! Team Alaskan Wildlife Tours winning the whole-"

"I said IF everyone plays at their best. What makes you think that's guaranteed?"

"Uh, you're top seed?"

"You understand nothing. Our opponents could also play at their best, and when we don't. My teammates don't know how to handle all the lines I do. Fantasize all you want about stats, but don't go assuming my words are gospel."

"... Well thank you, asshole. Peter Morphy, everybody," Kisha grumbled.