Greg McIntyre is still tapping his boot, "Now don’t you go getting any ideas there, Ernie. You know the inconvenience that makes me."
Ernie is quickly counting through half of his pile of cash, property, cars and antique art and pushing it over to the new player, "Not if my luck keeps running like this," he frowns then grins, "The Lady here rolled the Township Tax, plus Bonus, "I gotta Pay Up now," Ernie shakes his head in mock despair, "And to think, I’m being taken to the cleaners by a newbie."
The new-player lady motions to Ernie, "And while you’re at it, you can right me down as half-interest in your dry-cleaning business too."
As Ernie checks the appropriate box on his score sheet, he mumbles, ‘And you’d think she was some sort of Grand-Master."
"Weel we did have an excercise like this in Local Governmaents 101, at the Community Tech," the new-player lady admits.
"Really?" Twisty asks with interest, "I tried to get into it, but it conflicts with my hours at the Burdock."
"It was taught by Judge Patrick," the new player lady explains.
"You’d learn how to play a game like this from Judge Patrick?" I’m surprised, "When he’s teaching a class on good local government?"
The new player lady grins, "Actually the game was used as an excercise on how not to run a local government, taught us some of his tricks to keep ahead of the riff-raff."
Ernie squints as he finishes making his mark on the score-pad, "He was always saying that I was one of those kind," he remembers, "So am I Riff, or Raff?"
Greg stops tapping his boot a second and thinks back, "Don’t worry Erie, you were only Riff, now the Weenerman, he was the
Ernie wipes his brow, "What a releif. It’s one thing to be Riff, but to be Raff, well, the Weenerman can be Raff!"
That was one Ernieism that we all had to agree with.