In the lingering interim between cola commercials, the dying man leaped from his chair and came down hard on two used but reconditioned feet. His position was clear and immutable. Then, he muted the volume. Next, in a single superb motion he pirouetted across the room and extended nimble fingers to nab a hunk of aged roast beef out of the chafing dish. Straight, no chaser. Gobble, gobble.
In a popular zero sum game, with the sum of all answers equaling zero, dying men come cheap, easy, and plentiful, no less than turkeys and cows. Baa, baa.
Bravo, sport.
In a popular zero sum game, with the sum of all answers equaling zero, dying men come cheap, easy, and plentiful, no less than turkeys and cows. Baa, baa.
Bravo, sport.
