Chapter 46: Plato, Aristotle, Socrates? Morons.

I can hear Wallace Shawn’s voice as I try to think this out. All I have to do is use what I know of Jonathan to deduce what he is going to predict. Is he going to predict that I’ll win, or that Steve will?

Imagine it as the two cups. Steve is his cup, and I’m mine. Because the other way around wouldn’t make sense.

Only a fool would reach for what he is given, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. It would be obvious for me to win. He thinks that the alpha has to be the best at everything, so naturally, I should win.

But I am not a great fool. And he knows that. He would have counted on it. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of him. He’d know that I would throw this competition right away just to spite him, and so he would naturally expect Steve to win.

“Okay, I’m first, I guess,” Steve says. “The king and the horse have one thing in common, though not the same length.”