With the Virgin Mary popping up all over the place these days, Bock was starting to get worried.
Jesus, Geek, he said, they’re everywhere. Medugorje. Fatima. Lourdes. Knock. And now the latest thing is the Virgin Mary appearing in a fucking Rathkeale tree stump. I don’t like it, I tell you. You can’t turn around without another Virgin Mary jumping up and biting you on the arse.
Bock can get very excited sometimes.
Calm down, I tried to tell him. Calm down there Boss and toughen.
Bock was having none of it.
What the fuck are you talkin about? he screamed at me. Don’t you realise this is going to make us all rich, and that mostly means you.
You, he shouted. Get down to our vast underground workshop and develop a game suitable for Virgin Marys popping up everywhere. Don’t come back till you have it.
That was why I spent the next week working on my latest project, the Whack-A-Mary, appearing soon at a carnival near you.
Bock is a generous employer and he paid me handsomely for my work, but not richly enough for my other invention. I’m going to sell this out of the back of a van. The Whack-A-Mary USB version. You can play it on the netbook next time you’re on a plane. I think it’s going to be huge.