The no-book-after" parable: [[[(unparable...!!!)154 ~~=all~ probabilities levels]]] <<<"Once upon a long ago, I met a guy in some L.A.'s sports-bar. watching the match, drink my boose, well, you know that kinf of thing happen, watching TV..what's up...., and so on... He paid me a drink. An then we talked aound, played cards out. He said: "I f we change the probability Law from x or any Lambda Number probabilities far up to ~ the number of probalities, then no one will win Lottery, right ? becaus ethe chances are more or les, Medindo, is = to: 0 And the mass of losers is infinite. An then the State gets all the cash. And then he said, but was loaded far out drunk, that if "they wanted to own everything i the Universes, they would ask my advice and woulkd do it anyways". I asked:' "Well, whom the hell are you talking about ?" he was Saxon scottish Irish or something, her mother was washing him baby one night, the..." Then I thought he was that dangerous drunk that I took my OK Corral gun and shot to his pants. Shot dead he was. From this day that was a night, I never heard of this man, and the world and my freaking life are okay for me... huh ? What you mean by "beehp beehp._. ???!!!!!x)( ";>mk....gr...." by Willy the Coyotte (AKA Klaus)

I'm afraid I'm a bit out of sync with your story. Or, perhaps, too old. (sorry)

But when you were explaining this to the head penguin did you expect him to hedge his bet and slap you some green for your air? Piddlytish and take your freakin can too!