Mortimer looked up again at the card players. The ginormous, bald tattooed player slapped down a handful of cards. “Three of a kind. Beat that Hanson.”
There was a response from the observers as the bald man’s emaciated opponent threw his head back in a gesture that confused Mortimer. He narrowed his eyes and saw that his initial impression was correct: the malicious man had three fives and two eights.
“Well Boger… seems you won again,” Hanson conceded.
“Full house is quite superior to three of a kind,” Mortimer bellowed from his corner. “The mathematical probability of being dealt one is approximately 0.1441% with the formulaic structure being—aaaaaaaach!”
The muscled man appeared out of nowhere and grasped a hold of Mortimer’s tongue! “I’ll pull out yuh tongue if yuh don’t stop fla
