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Klingon worm food). Grok (no, that's Heinlein zenspeak) was beside himself, especially
after Peter asked, “He's gotta dance with me, right?”
Regrettably, it was at this point that I lost any pretense of journalistic objectivity and
gave Peter $5 to help with his bid. After that I completely lost my head and gave $10 to
Penny, the woman bidding against him. Gorp (no, that's trail mix) begged over clasped
hands, on his knees, plastered up against the wall, please, please,
PLEASE
, somebody, any-
body outbid this guy! Fifty, sixty, seventy-five, a hundred, a hundred and fifty. A steady
stream of people funneled cash to the two bidders, who waved fistfuls of bills and shouted
out new bids, greeted with boisterous cheers and offers of more money.
The final bid? Two hundred and fifty dollars. The winning bidder? Penny. Grog (that's
it!) made a beeline for Penny and very nearly prostrated himself before her in gratitude.
Let it be known, Grog has been bought before, and a past date ended the evening wad-
ing out of the Talkeetna River. You have been warned.
