George

You mean, uh..?

Man

Yes. he was not.. master of his domain.

George

(Makes a gesture saying he understands. The man nods) But how.. uh..?

Man

(Quick, to the point) The muscles.. became so strained with.. overuse, that eventually the hand locked into a deformed position, and he was left with nothing but a claw. (Holds hand up, displaying a claw-like shape) He traveled the world seeking a cure.. acupuncturists.. herbalists.. swamis.. nothing helped. Towards the end, his hands became so frozen the was unable to manipulate utensils, (Visibly disgusted by this last part) and was dependent on Cub Scouts to feed him. I hadn't seen another pair of hands like Ray McKigney's until today. You are his successor. (George looks down at his hands) I uh only hope you have a little more self-control.

George

(Smiling to himself) You don't have to worry about me. (Nodding, gloating) I won a contest.