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

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

in exasperation when she saw that Frank did not have

was surprising that a veteran like her would fall for the

"Now that's a problem..."

they had good rolls, but they won anyway

penalty to give out, Jouri reminded her, "Don't decide on your own. Let

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

not care what Alda thought

some common scum-hugs and kisses were

Alda giggled gleefully, not knowing Frank's thoughts and presuming that

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

at

putting it out there-don't think you can

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