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[whitetwoguns]

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What is the appeal of visiting this place? Now, I'm only askin' because I can't think of the answer. At least not one that'd apply to so many fu [oh wait there could be kids around] er...people. All of you can't be gambling types and the hunting isn't what you'd call sportsman grade. Far as I know that means no monsters.  Entertainmet? Nope

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[orangetoughguy]

What about Yogi Bear?

[whitetwoguns]

Wrong again. Let's strike out Bugs Bunny and Woody Woodpecker too.

[orangetoughguy]

Marmaduke?

[whitetwoguns]

Nah. And not Scooby Doo or Scrappy Doo neither.

[wantmetoshoot]

It's all in the privilege of your polite conversation, Mr. White.

Now keep it quiet, word on the street is, Mr. Orange's still dying. Show some fucking manners.

[orangetoughguy]

[Whhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.]

[wantmetoshoot]

- the hell? Box ain't wired, right, White? Don't tell Pink. He'll scram yapping the fucking government listening in when he takes a piss.

Thought I heard some stray cat stumbling in heat and meowling.

[orangetoughguy]

Asshole.

[immortaltwat]

I don't know. Raise that voice a few more pitches, I think you might just have it.

[whitetwoguns]

Not without losing my balls, I'm pretty attached to em though.

[immortaltwat]

Ouch. Extreme sort of feller, aren't you? You never hear of helium? Saves thousands of men's balls every year.

[oceansgrace]

Mickey Mouse? Here?

[whitetwoguns]

Not that I seen, sweetheart.

Say, you shouldn't be wandering around with out or Momma or Pop.

[oceansgrace]

My mommy lost me. That's okay. Ev'ryone says I'll go home soon.

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah. They do say that. But uh, stick to the streets with the lights on. Don't go takin' candy from anybody. Smart girl like you, I bet you know already.

[bettiepaged]

So what're the stakes?

1/3

[whitetwoguns]

Double--

[whitetwoguns]

or uh---

[whitetwoguns]

Nothin'.

Double or nothin'.