Lewis wants so desperately to belong. To anything. All his life he’s been hampered by an unerring ability to always say the wrong thing at the wrong time. It’s cost him friends. It’s cost him jobs. But what it’s never cost him is the unwavering knowledge that he is always smarter than everyone else. If he can turn it into a game of wits, a game of one-upmanship in cranial capacity he can crush any intruder, destroy any usurper and obliterate any meathead. The sad thing is that he’s actually right. He’s that smart. Sometimes so smart that the obliteration comes and only moments later does he realize what came out of his mouth. By then the damage is done. Whether it’s a fight or a firing. It’s over and he has to start again. Deep down that little boy inside just wants to belong.