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

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

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

it was surprising that a veteran like her would fall for the same

"Now that's a problem..."

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

to give out, Jouri reminded her, "Don't decide on your

was not 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

he did not care what Alda thought

some common scum-hugs and kisses were

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

impatiently. "Why don't I

was at

can give us

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