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[12stepstoohigh]

[Mason is sitting at a small card table outside the mess hall. He has three walnut shells and a dried pea, and is hiding the pea under a shell and shuffling the shells around in typical subway-station-shyster fashion. Except too slow and in no discernable pattern. He is basically failing

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[bellsofsteel]

. . . Why's it always gotta be in DOLLARS.

[12stepstoohigh]

Well what do you have? I'll bloody take anything.

[bellsofsteel]

I got Da Quan.

[12stepstoohigh]

Who? No human trafficking!

[bellsofsteel]

What!! WHO SAID ANYTHIN' ABOUT THAT?!

[12stepstoohigh]

I think it was you. Poor Da.

[bellsofsteel]

[............... THROWS COINS AT]

[12stepstoohigh]

Is this his money, too?

[bellsofsteel]

It's what I get paid in!

[12stepstoohigh]

Other people's money? Pfft. Whatever.

[and lifts a shell and begins to shuffle!] Where's the pea? Follow the pea. Find the pea.

[bellsofsteel]

I'm watchin', I'm watchin'. AND IT BELONGS TO ME.

[12stepstoohigh]

No, it's my pea.

[finishes mixing them up] There! Where's the pea?

[bellsofsteel]

Oh so ya wanna mess around do ya. I ain't gotta problem there! THAT ONE RIGHT THERE IT'S RIGHT THERE.

[POINTS]

[12stepstoohigh]

Hahahaha WRONG!

[lifts it---oh wait, there's the pea after all.]

...

Okay let's go again, one more time.

[bellsofsteel]

Hah! You've got no chance against me!

BRING IT.

[12stepstoohigh]

[shuffle shuffle shuffle]