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!"

Meg fell for

was no way she was getting a bet-Frank's poker face was just that good, and the

saw that

got ahead of themselves because they had a good roll, and it was surprising that a veteran like her would fall for

"Now that's a problem..."

when they had good rolls, but they won anyway

no idea what penalty to give out, Jouri reminded her, "Don't decide on your own. Let

to Alda. I laugh or don't mind either way-as long as

honest, he did not care what

was not about to start pressing his luck like some common scum-hugs

think you should do the honors." Alda giggled gleefully, not knowing Frank's

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

was at once

out there-don't think you can give us something half-assed. This

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