The Dalai Lama was stuck. He had been invited

The Dalai Lama was stuck. He had been invited out of warmth & compassion. But his monkly honed instincts told him not to. Compassion = happiness, so he sat down at the poker table

with the best of intentions. Right off he got dealt Ace-King suited. Now he was really in a quandry. He didn't want to betray his Lama training, but he just couldn't let this hand

go to waste. He called the big blind, and kept his face reserved as the first round of community cards were revealed. He again called, but after the fourth card, he went all in.

Unfortunately, he had a tell that could be read a mile away. When he had a great hand he would snicker like Mutley. (evil villian dog from 70s cartoon, kids!) His holdings were

3 playboy bunnies and two hefners. We all folded. He frowned. Then a flicker of realization crossed his face. He jumped up overturning the table and screamed "Your Cheating!"

"Does something smell fishy in here, or is it just me?" The criminals all quickly took cover behind their poker table. It was none other than Detective James Manatee, on the scene.

"Oh." he replied. A little embarrassed, J-Man turned and quickly waddled away. He intended to visit the local library to brush up on his poker vernacular, but the sign outside

became unhinged and dealt him a blow on the head. "It's only physical pain," he announced to himself as he stumbled

away from his unhinged attacker, collapsing onto the cold cement sidewalk, the blood gushing from his head and spreading out in front of him. It would be the last thing he'd see.