Steve was giddy. “I never expected to make it this far,” he said as he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

“Oh, I knew you could do it!” Trish said, her voice high-pitched with excitement. “One more match and you’ll be champion!”

Steve frowned and looked across the court at Karlos, who sat looking smug as two scantily clad women fawned over him. “I don’t know, Trish. Last year, Karlos nearly killed a guy. That’s why they call him The Decapitator!”

Trish looked over, her smile changing into a worried frown. “Who knew tether-ball could be so dangerous?” Then she scowled and said, “There’s only one thing you can do. You’ll have to …

Story Start 13: Going for the gold
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  • 12-18-2011 at 12:52 am
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    nobble him – Tie his shoelaces together? Spike his orange juice with a powerful laxative? Or . . .

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    • 12-18-2011 at 12:41 pm
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      …to be absolutely certain, you must–”

      “No!” Steve said, “Not baffle him with a koan!”

      “You’d look silly without a head,” Trish reminded him.

      And so Steve went to Karlos and said, “Good luck in the match. By the way, what is the sound of one hand clapping?”

      Karlos frowned and said, “Luck has nothing to do with it. And, the pebbled beach.”

      Steve returned to Trish completely baffled. “What did he mean by that?” he asked, but before Trish could reply, the whistle blew announcing the start of the match. With trepidation, Steve…

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