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[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.]
Come one come all, try your luck! It's a game of skill, a game of chance, a game of cunning! Where's the pea? Mesmerize your eyes and astound your senses. Follow the pea. Find the pea. Where's the pea? Only a dollar, double your money. Five gets you ten, ten gets you twenty, come on, bloody try it!
Come one come all, try your luck! It's a game of skill, a game of chance, a game of cunning! Where's the pea? Mesmerize your eyes and astound your senses. Follow the pea. Find the pea. Where's the pea? Only a dollar, double your money. Five gets you ten, ten gets you twenty, come on, bloody try it!