Jorgensen Appraised Tesla and Me
as long as you don’t drink a whole can- could have been a small Inuit woman
- no one had heard from the governor’s secretary
- Strange night!
- scattered her clothes
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Jorgensen appraised Tesla and me, standing before him wearing nothing but smeared body paint and random, colorful tatters of exploded balloon animals. He sighed through his mustache, and said to me, “I see she’s scattered her clothes all over you. Well, ‘clothes.’ Hmph.” He formed finger quotes by swiveling his wrists rather than flexing his digits, which just gave me one more reason to detest him.
“What are you doing on my sub?” Tesla asked him.
“This again? It’s not yours anymore, not since the final hand of the tournament, when you folded at dawn. Strange night! The top seeds all fell in the first round. It was unprecedented, so much so that no one cared that no one had heard from the governor’s secretary. It didn’t help that the governor was unable to provide a stable description of her, claiming she could have been a small Inuit woman or a gum-popping blonde in spike heels. Too bad for the governor no one explained to him that those energy drinks are fine as long as you don’t drink a whole can.”
“Fine,” Tesla said. “What are you doing on this sub?”
“Piracy. Ninjacy. Alliance business, but in this case it doesn’t concern you.”
Jorgensen looked me in the eye, his bushy mustache insufficient to conceal the nasty smile on his face.
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