} My, my, how CLEVER for one so young. And so ENTERPRISING. You seem
} like a smart mortal, and I'll bet you're quite perceptive, too.
} (Crowds of priests and acolytes, who recognize The Oracle's sweet,
} indulgent tone of voice as one of the primary danger signals, scurry
} for whatever cover can be found. Besides, there was that disturbing
} stress on the word "mortal.")
} QUITE perceptive, I'm sure. Look over there. See that building?
} Yes, that's the one, the main offices of the _Advocate_. Notice
} that strange glow coming from the editor's office? Observe how it
} seems to spread, filling more of the building, glowing brighter,
} until finally....
} *** BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM ***
} (A loud, rolling explosion rattles windows all the way from Athens
} to Thessaloniki. When the cloud clears, no trace of the building
} remains. There is a puddle at the supplicant's feet.)
} Oh dear, looks like you had a little accident. Well, I hope you
} enjoyed that display? I trust it will prove ... INSTRUCTIVE.
} "No questions," you said, and in fact you didn't ask any, but I'll
} give you a few answers anyway.
} One: I know about Arachne's little party. Look closely at the third
} satyr from the left in the picture you're holding in your trembling
} little paw. Look familiar? Look again. Heh, heh. Our little
} joke, you understand.
} Two: Ross Perot doesn't use or need a credit card. If he wants a
} thing from a company, he buys it. Not the thing, the company. For
} instance, right now he wants a thing called "the Presidency." Once
} every four years, this thing is for sale by a company called "We,
} the people." Contenders bid not only money (and lots of it,
} brother!), but mostly promises and whatever soothing palaver the
} shareholders of "We, the people" want to hear. Mr. Perot
} understands this, and talks as good a game as any candidate. He
} does not seem to understand the name of the company, but then,
} neither do most of the shareholders.
} Three: Never, EVER try to pull a fast one on an omniscient being.
} Now begone!
} You owe The Oracle your miserable life. And a set of 8x10 glossies.