| We had time for one more hand before getting back to work. I looked at the dealer and ran my glance across the table. To my left, George scowled...he had, at best, a queens-high pair, Ginny had her hat pulled low over her eyes, the ostrich feather waving gently in the air, a sure bluff. |
| The edge of the Moon appeared in the right porthole, it's white light eerily bathing the table, highlighting the red hair on my arms. |
| A grey blur appeared in my peripheral vision to the left as the we came about and the porthole passed over the earth, shining blue and gold below. |
| The GreyBlur growled as it flew through the air, bounced off the bulkhead and slammed into George, shattering his image into pieces, then hitting the table, sending chips and cards into the air. |
| As he spun and and floated away, Mr. GreyBlur growled "Capt'n says time to 'ring er about....NOW!" |
| Hey! you son of a female dog! I was winning |
| GreyBlur snarled ""Capt'n says NOW!" |
| Stop try be Human! |
| Go Work Now! |
| Apes not Card Gam'r. |