“The devil my ass!” Jim said aloud. “How’d that lunatic find me?” He flicked on the television.
Ignis’ face appeared on the screen.
Jim’s head flew back, and his eyes bulged. He pressed the off button again and again, but the TV would not shut down. “How are you doing this!” Jim hollered. “What kind of equipment are you using?”
“None,” Ignis answered. “Don’t need any.”
Jim looked behind the TV for some kind of device. Nothing. He strode back to the sofa and stared at Ignis. “I don’t know how you’re doing this, or why. I don’t know what your game is but I’m not playing it.”
“This is sad, Mr. Steadman. Very sad,” Ignis said gravely.
“What are you talking about?”
“Forgive me, for saying this, Mr. Steadman, but you have a bit of an attitude problem. You’re looking at this in entirely the wrong way. Think of it as an opportunity, a chance to regain your love of life, to feel the joy of your possessions once again, feel the elation of gambling. If you play this poker game with me, I’ll make sure that your zest for life will return, that the joy and exhilaration of gaming will be restored.”
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