By Any Means
“Damn, Doug, I don’t think we can pull this off.” Hank shook his head as he stared at the blank screen. He was about to give up after hours of trying to come up with a story in time for the morning edition.
Doug took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Maybe we can make something up?”
“You kidding? We’ll fail for sure.”
“Would you rather take a guaranteed F, or risk an F?”
Hank stared at him for a moment, then nodded. If he failed this, his parents would skin him. “Fine. Who do we write it about?”