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!"

no surprise, Meg fell for

face was just that good, and the odds were in her favor, so she decided to

was chuckling in exasperation when she saw that Frank did not have

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

"Now that's a problem..."

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

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

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

care what Alda

like some common scum-hugs and kisses were

should do the honors." Alda giggled gleefully, not knowing Frank's thoughts and presuming that he cared

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

was at once

think you can

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