Twistine and I walk over to the table where Ernie is playing.
The board has p[eople rolling dices, moving pieces, putting up little buildings, and on nearly every move handing moey over to Ernie.
"Pay Up, all donations gratefully accepted," Ernie grins from where he sits, behind where his peice sits, in the Jail-Corner.
"Greatest Game ever invented," Ernie grins as Twisty and I congratulate him on hios impressive lead.
"Don’t encourage him," Greg McIntyre says as his boot taps the pavement impatiently, "He takes it too seriously, might be where he got the idea of the Case of the Broken Windows."
Twistine takes a closer look at how the Game is being played, "This here Game is looking familiar. Didn’t the Weener-man invent a Game similar to this back in Grade-School? We used to play it on Rainy-days?"
"Why Yes, Yipes!" I catch myself.
"I thought this Game was familiar," Ernie Grins as somebody hands him twenty percent of their pay-day, "Comes naturally to me. The Weener-man was sure on the ball when he came up with this!"
"Actully, I think the Weener-man was on several detentions when he came up with this one," Twisty remarks.