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!"

surprise, Meg fell

was getting a bet-Frank's poker face was just that good, and the odds were

in exasperation when she saw that Frank did not have a

a veteran like her would fall

"Now that's a problem..."

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

to give out, Jouri reminded

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

what Alda

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

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

impatiently. "Why don't I help you

was at

putting it out there-don't think you can give us something half-assed. This

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