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

a good roll, there was no way she was getting a bet-Frank's poker face was just that good, and the odds were in her favor, so she

in exasperation when she saw

a veteran like her would

"Now that's a problem..."

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

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

what

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

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

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

at once interested.

there-don't think you can give us

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