“I wanna play the ponies.”
I turned to face the little man following me around the room. “I already told you that you can’t. Whining won’t help.”
“I was on my way to the track. I’m gonna win big, you know. I always do. You’re costing me huge amounts of money.”
I looked at the threadbare knees of his suit, at his scuffed shoes. “Sure you are.”
I slid into the shuttle command seat, ignoring his grab for my arm.
“I was meeting my friends, they’ll be looking for me.”
“No, Arthur Daniel Jameson, you weren’t. You were going to the track alone, where you were going to lose all your money and have a heart attack. Now sit down and shut up.” Jameson sat, ashen. He might have had that heart attack on the spot, if I hadn’t already fixed it. Couldn’t have my pony keeling over just yet.
Back at it, with another random Wikipedia prompt.
