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

bet-Frank's poker face was just that good, and the odds were in her favor, so she decided

chuckling in exasperation when she saw that Frank did

and it was surprising 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..."

to win-it was expected when they had good rolls, but they won anyway

out, Jouri reminded her, "Don't

it to Alda. I

not care what Alda thought and simply found the game

angel, but he was not about to start pressing his luck like some common scum-hugs and kisses were dull anyway, and they could

the honors." Alda giggled gleefully, not knowing Frank's thoughts

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

at once interested.

can give

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