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

was getting a bet-Frank's poker face was just that good, and the odds were in her

she saw that

newbies who got ahead of themselves because they had a good roll, and it was surprising that a veteran like her

"Now that's a problem..."

to win-it was expected when they had

Jouri reminded her, "Don't decide on

sure 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

did not care what Alda thought and simply found the game

luck like some common scum-hugs and kisses were dull anyway, and they could just skip right to the

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

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

at once

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

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