Roundhouse to the face of Quizzing

Adam B

A protactor's arc of a bar, like the apex of the curve in a question mark, stalked by a locum quizmaster with a wireless mic. The quizzers look quizzical.

"Where's the usual guy?"

This is not your usual quiz.

Echoed by the bark a big black dog, questions are asked. Answers are erroneous, in places.

HIGHER OR LOWER? Neither, twice. Two pairs got them nowhere.

All to play for next week.

It's all or nothing.