Imagine this: I’m sitting on my throne minding my own business… beside me is my lovely Queen and my Son Jack, and along with Jack is his dear old faceless friend Ten of Spades, or as we call him, Tos. So it’s the four of us… a royal family and friend. I being the King of Spades am in Charge and certainly the most powerful amongst us.
As we enjoy our meal and are entertained by the Jokers and the meloncholy prose of the widowed Queen of Hearts, suddenly a bullet comes charging at me and my family. Of course this isn’t just any bullet, but it’s none other than the Ace of Spades. What a bummer! I’d rather be in evil Hoyletown than here in Bicycle Village witnessing this.
To add insult to injury, this so-called “bullet” who happens to be the lowest man on the proverbial totem pole claims to be the most powerful man. His power of suggestion was more than I could handle. This paradoxical claim of being the lowest yet the highest value all at the same time somehow made sense in my clouded cardboard cranium.
Yet I knew that this meant he would take his place by myside thus creating quite a stir amognst the royalty. Now the scene is the lowly friend of the family Tos (Ten of Spades), My son Jack, my dear Queen, Myself and then the Ace of Spades. Suddenly the five of us were swept up by the sweaty hands of a human as we felt the earth beneath us crumble… the sound of poker chips crashing to the floor was deafening.
To this day I still wake up in a cold sweat with the echo of human voices screaming “cheater, cheater…” my son still has a crimp in his neck from the fall… although, I must say, it’s not entirely a disappointment. It is a lot easier for me to find him now.
Well I’m done rambling, and besides it’s time for our daily shuffle, so we’ve got to batton down the hatches and secure our dishes. Let’s just hope it’s a gentle faro and not an overhand. See you at the poker table!
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