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

no way she was getting a bet-Frank's poker face was just that

in exasperation when she saw that Frank

surprising that a veteran like her would fall for the same dangers too. "Risk, again. Because I have nothing to confess." Jouri scowled

"Now that's a problem..."

did not expect to win-it was expected when they had good rolls, but

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

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

he did not care what Alda thought

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

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

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

was at once interested.

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

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