"Not now Sam, I'm busy." John gruffly told his youngest.

"But Dad…" Sam began to whine.

"Sam, I said I'm busy, or would you rather tons of innocent people get killed?" John decided to play the guilt card.

"No sir…" Sam responded sullenly.

John made the simple mistake of looking up from his research, Sam moved in for the kill.

Sam was staring back at his father with his award winning puppy dog eyes. Not even the devil himself would be able to say no to his eyes.

It was a losing battle.

"Fine Sam, one game."

Sam smiled triumphantly.

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EXACTLY one hundred words. I hope you guys like it, the word was BUSY. ~P. Picasso