He sharpens it. Writes again. The graphite smudges. He stares at his index finger.

I am not a criminal. I am a victim. Of the pencil lobby.

Pencils down.

Begin.

Mom says dinner. Also, you look like a mummy with a gambling problem.

He finishes the 20-question test in 6 minutes.

I have been recruited for the Math Proficiency Card circuit. MPC. It’s like the Olympics, but for people who will never throw a javelin.

Sheldon looks up, confused.