As Busness meetigs go, we worked with our usual exemplary efficency, and had a good time. Soon a there sits a pile of empty pizzia boxes and empty pop pitchers as the three of us sit around a sophisticated computing device.
“You got to zap that one along the equatorial axle,” the WeenerMan advises.
DeeJay works the controls and pumping the fire button several times. laser-zinging sounds are heard, and then the noise of rock racking and then a loud crumbling noise as a last massive boulder splits, comes apart, and dissolves on the screen.
“Swell, so that’s how you take that last boulder out!” KidBro exclaims, “Man, that’s a lot easier.”
“Glad to be of assistance,” the WeenerMan says proudly.
And then the rotation of the screen slows, and green-lines outline a simulated runway, thin redlights mark the path.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“They say it’s the last segment of the game,” KidBro remarks, “The Landing Strip, I’ve never made it this far before.”
“Good thing I took out the Two-Martian Saucer for you,” HM Weenerman confirms.
“I don’t thinkingt crashing into the Two-Martian Saucer counts,” i scratch my head, “The game is called Asteroidx-EXP, Not Space Demo-Derby.”
“I think it was an act of Briliance,” Deejay remarks, “It set me up to take out the last moon belt on my turn.”
“I beleive that there is a Philosophy for that,” the Weenerman remarks, “If you get a Win, Take It.”
We agreed. Who could argue with profound philosophy.