“Well, kid? What’s it going to be?”

“Kid, huh? Well, Mr. Professional Poker Player, I think I’m about to win your respect. You see, I’ve got this uff case of Poker Chips, right here. 200 of ‘em, to be exact. You can see them right through this clear plastic top. The hard aluminum will keep my chips safe as I carry them around, which, as you’ve probably figured, I intend to do after I beat you.”

“Good story, kid. You in or what?”

“Oh, yes, sir. You see, I got these 7.5 gram chips at this website I know, for cheap, so I’m not scared to invest them in my game. Here you are, sir. On the table. Too rich for you, huh? Too much? You scared away?”

“I ain’t scared, kid. I’m all in. Because what I got here is the hand of a lifetime. My only regret is that I gotta waste it on a fish like you. Read it and weep, kid. Four aces and a king.”

“Wow, that… that sure beats my pair of threes. Aw, well. Easy come, easy go. Sure was fun though, right? No hard feelings? Good thing that 200 piece Poker Chip set was so cheap. Hey, you think the buffet’s still open? I’m a little hungry.”

“Hang on, kid. This ain’t over. What about the money?”

“Money? What money? You’ve got the 200 piece Poker Chip set! You won it all!”

“These chips mean money here, kid. A lot of money.”

“R-really? Gosh, in my house, they were just a way to have a little fun, so I just assumed… gulp.”

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