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pshrynk · 10-28-2010, 04:53 PM

Biggles was doing quite well, if you asked him. And since he was Biggles, that was the only person he asked. He had entered the tournament with the required $5000 and was now down to $7.53. Just as he had planned it. Five minutes ago when the $10.67 plan had failed to materialize. He had decided that his best stratagem to win the tournament and therefore find out what the organizers were up to was to act the part of a buffoon with no knowledge of poker whatsoever, and just as he was about to be eliminated, pounce with his sharply honed skills that he had read about in his book.

He looked at his hand. He figured that if the Queen of Spades came down, he would have, yes, a pair of twos. He pushed his remaining chips into the pot, confident that he was about to make a turnaround. He felt eyes on him. Everyone was looking at him expectantly.

"What?"

The squid rolled its eyes and seemed to be saying, "If you wouldn't mind, the raise is now $3000. Either ante up something of worth, or go hang out in the bar, getting drunk and end up waking up in a strange bed wearing a Hawaiian shirt for pants and body paint for a shirt."*

"Oh! Jolly good! Well, I do have that little property on Long Island that our family no longer uses. I don't suppose that South Hampton can hold on to its property values for any appreciable time, anyway..."

Across the table, Howard Hughes began to cough. Next to him, the really attractive woman sighed and said, "Fine! Can we get on with it?"

The squid suckered up a card from the top of the deck and started to turn it over. All eyes were on the small cardboard rectangle. Oddly enough, the backs of the cards were all stamped, "Provided by Montsnmags International (Holding)."

10-28-2010, 04:53 PM	#749
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Biggles was doing quite well, if you asked him. And since he was Biggles, that was the only person he asked. He had entered the tournament with the required $5000 and was now down to $7.53. Just as he had planned it. Five minutes ago when the $10.67 plan had failed to materialize. He had decided that his best stratagem to win the tournament and therefore find out what the organizers were up to was to act the part of a buffoon with no knowledge of poker whatsoever, and just as he was about to be eliminated, pounce with his sharply honed skills that he had read about in his book. He looked at his hand. He figured that if the Queen of Spades came down, he would have, yes, a pair of twos. He pushed his remaining chips into the pot, confident that he was about to make a turnaround. He felt eyes on him. Everyone was looking at him expectantly. "What?" The squid rolled its eyes and seemed to be saying, "If you wouldn't mind, the raise is now $3000. Either ante up something of worth, or go hang out in the bar, getting drunk and end up waking up in a strange bed wearing a Hawaiian shirt for pants and body paint for a shirt."* "Oh! Jolly good! Well, I do have that little property on Long Island that our family no longer uses. I don't suppose that South Hampton can hold on to its property values for any appreciable time, anyway..." Across the table, Howard Hughes began to cough. Next to him, the really attractive woman sighed and said, "Fine! Can we get on with it?" The squid suckered up a card from the top of the deck and started to turn it over. All eyes were on the small cardboard rectangle. Oddly enough, the backs of the cards were all stamped, "Provided by Montsnmags International (Holding)."