Jackpot's Revenge

I've just published the first chapter of the unexpected sequel to Somepony Tries to Sell Twilight Insurance. Was this necessary? No. Was it fun? Yes. I only really wrote it to use Jackpot again. You've no idea how much fun he his to write. So, in the spirit of the teaser, here's the first paragraph:
If you'd known him for long, you could usually tell when Crystal Jackpot was cross. There were various little clues, like the way he'd turn a shade of red that would put most tomatoes to shame, or how his voice would rise suddenly in pitch, or the fact that he'd tell every third pony he met that he was cross, then fire every fourth. It didn't matter whether that pony worked for him or not - the way he saw it, everypony would work for him sooner or later, and he was just firing them in advance to save time. He was, after all, very rich. He had once fired the Saddle-Arabian ambassador, and then, sure enough, a month later he had bought the embassy. The ambassador's resignation papers arrived in the post the next morning. Ponies knew not to argue with Jackpot. He could defeat any argument he understood, as well as most of the ones he didn't.
There. Don't you want to read that? I bet you do. So go here and read it!