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

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

saw that Frank did not

ahead of themselves because they had a good roll, and it was surprising that a veteran like her would fall for the same dangers too. "Risk, again. Because I have nothing to

"Now that's a problem..."

not expect to win-it was expected when they had good rolls, but they won anyway with

idea what penalty to give out, Jouri reminded

cry. "I'll just leave it to Alda. I laugh or

he did not care what

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 skip right to the

not knowing Frank's thoughts and presuming that

really that hard?" Jouri snorted impatiently. "Why don't I help

at once

can give us something half-assed. This must look

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