“You mean a contest,” he said. A slow, crazed smile spread across Practical’s yellowed teeth. He glanced around the room, as if to reassure himself this was not a dream; it must have been the exact scenario he had fantasized about a thousand times. “Very well then, you have yourself a bet. And may the greatest Artist win.”--Written by Alexander Saxton.Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation.The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices