Revenge of the ‘Gator
Once, long ago, the Balls wronged the ‘Gator. The specifics are not important. It is enough for us to know that the ‘Gator could not let this affront go unaddressed. The ‘Gator plotted and schemed and eventually a plan was hatched. A beautiful plan. Over the course of many months a trap was built, a giant machine elegant in it’s convolution: A weapon completely inefficient, yet perfectly suited for these particular enemies, his spheroid tormentors. A Pinball Machine. Vengeance would be his.
He lured all three Balls into his trap. Now, all he would have to is launch them into his Rube-Goldbergian death-gauntlet. One-by-one, they would careen randomly about the Machine, until gravity had her way. Unpredictably, but inevitably they would drain into his open, waiting jaws.
But what madness is this?! He has plunged the first of the accursed Balls into his Machine, but every time it nears the gutter, it is deftly flipped upward into the higher levels of the table. In fact, the upper level flippers rarely allow the Ball to get anywhere near the gutter. Meanwhile, the score grows and grows, a prolonged slap in the ‘Gator’s long, toothy face.
At the time, it had seemed a good idea to include the flippers. They gave the machine an authentic touch. Now, the ‘Gator rages at what his obsessive attention to detail has allowed. The ‘Gator had foolishly believed Pinball to be a game of luck. It is only now that he has realized the dark truth: Pinball is a game of skill.
Still, even the most skilled of opponents make mistakes. The ‘Gator would bide his time. Eventually those Balls would drain, and he would have his revenge. He would win in the end.