While Jouri and Alda were busy joking around, Meg finished her push-ups.

"Let's continue!"

Frank and Meg both rolled their dice, and it was a dramatic reversal this time-Meg had five threes, while Frank had two sixes, two, five, and four.

It was a really bad roll, and Alda was left wondering if the program was unreliable... Why would there always be five-of-a-kind in every roll?

"Five threes!" Meg exclaimed, confident now that she had a good roll.

"Six threes!"

Frank did not have threes, but it was never about one's roll-bluffing worked on occasion.

"Seven threes!"

surprise, Meg fell for

having a good roll, there was no way she was getting a bet-Frank's poker face was just that good, and the odds were in her favor, so she decided to bet on

she saw that Frank did not have a

a veteran like her would

"Now that's a problem..."

win-it was expected when they had good rolls, but they

to give out, Jouri reminded her, "Don't decide

if he should or cry. "I'll just leave it to Alda. I laugh or don't mind either way-as long as we're having

what Alda thought and simply found the

was no angel, but he was not about to start pressing his luck like some common scum-hugs and kisses were dull anyway, and they could just

honors." Alda giggled gleefully, not

hard?" Jouri snorted impatiently. "Why don't I help you come

at

you can give us something half-assed.

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