Hey, two more, said the elephant.

“And who might this be!”

I beamed. Grinning ear to ear.

“Swanky. CW Swanky,” I said, dismissing myself to kinko’s. For another manilla folder, as I had fcked up, early in my career.

“Well. I’m a pachyderm.”

Obvious. Why would anyone want nasty, manhandled information, compartmentalized, instead of fresh, organic information-

“Three fingers!”

“You first, mate.”

Andy said nothing.