Years later, those folk who had contributed
to the project would try to take him to court
for a tranche of the immense profits.
Unfortunately for them, he had bought
jurisprudence the previous summer.
Justice was dispensed via a sort of
novelty gumball machine
heaped with balls of Semtex.
'Those fools,' he gasped, drunk on the observation deck
of his flying castle yet again.
'Don't they understand that I control reality?'
He conjured a metaphor;
the rain became gunfire.