The night air whispered as it waltzed through the Woodward pines.  We emerged from the cave ("the big one"), clothed in various stages of costume; smelling of guano and gravel. The arcade loomed above us, a giant beacon in the dark; bidding us sweet, sweet welcome.

The inside smelt of hot cider, brownies, and mildew.  The wooden floor creaked with every step.  And there, in the back, collecting dust and spiders - were the blessed arcade games of Yore:  Q-Bert.  The Old Tetris.  And...a curious pinball machine.

Bob and Saurav drooled over the Tetris game.  As Saurav manouevred the joystick with fervour to fit his floating pieces, I examined the pinball machine.  This game was called "Taxi Driver." The artwork made less sense than usual pinball art: the obligatory "Taxi Driver" was there, in all his bald evil glory, but the artwork suggested a point of view from the dashboard of the taxi; which was about to run over Marilyn Monroe....and Mikhail Gorbachev.  Really, now what was that all about?  Bizarre. I searched in vain for a quarter.

At about that time, the Tetris game started to blink on and off, and it finally died. Undaunted, we decided to eat a couple of hot dogs and gaze thoughtfully at the posters of Leif Garrett and ABBA adorning the walls; as we sat at our table feasting, the Tetris game suddenly turned itself back on.  But Tetris was not on my mind - not THAT night.

"I want to play Pinball!"  I exclaimed, as I managed to find a stray quarter in my pocket. I sashayed over to the pinball game, put it in the slot, and began to play.  The others gathered around me.

YOU GOT A GORBY-TIP, said the pinball game.  Then it went dead.

"Bob, what's a Gorby-tip?"
"Er, I haven't the foggiest."
"Saurav, what's a Gorby-tip?"
"Beats me, kidd-o."
"Erin, wh---?"
"I don't know, Alice.  I guess we'll never know, now."

Gorby-tip? Gorby-tip? What did it all mean?

After a whirlwind ride back to the Teeple abode, we merry four banded around the kitchen table, discussing whether or not to watch Satan's Supper.

It was there, at that table, where Gorby-ball found us.  Well, we had some cheesecake first.