I pull completely away from table where we cram compliments into one anothers mouths and squabble over the fattier pieces thrown in amongst the bones already picked over. Dabbing corner of mouth with scarlet table cloth my constituents belch up the last item chubby digit scrolled so dismisingly past. You can smell notes of our stomach acid dancing across the smoke laden air so thick you can twirl it with fingertip. Allow me to show you..... *twists finger rapidily through air spelling out*..... "Fraud". It's in this moment you'd realize every name tag in the room reads the same. Shall I help you with yours?