Michael: All right.... let's go around the table. What do you got?
civplayah: Pair of jacks.
Double A: Two aces, of course.
ArpeggiateTHIS: Oh yeah? How about THIS: two pair... queens and sevens.
Crazed Rabbit: Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late! All I have is the king and queen of hearts!
Cultured Drizzt Fan: Three sixes.
Diana Abnoba: Two pair, fours and deuces.
Beskar: It's time for the long pants. I'd wager that Greyblades isn't even a gambler, but someone who is working for Michael and rigging the game. I have a straight, but I'd bet anything that I'll get beaten this time, because he's probably got a flush or something. So let's see your cards, cheater boy.
Greyblades: It's not wise to accuse a man of cheating, Beskar. Things could get awfully violent, so take my advice: Sit down and shaddap.
Beskar: You don't frighten me, fool! I'm calling you out! Show the cards! If you've got a flush or better, then so help me, I will kill you. I know you do.
Greyblades: That does it. Prepare to die, Beskar.
Greyblades leaps over the table and tackles Beskar, and then punches him in the face. They tumble around on the floor and Beskar swings back, knocking him in the jaw and laying him out on the floor. He jumps on top and begins to strangle Greyblades, who reaches up and jabs a thumb in Beskar's eye. They continue to tussle while Michael checks Greyblades' cards.
Michael: Well, he's got a flush, for sure. Looks like you lose, Beskar.
Beskar: I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW IT!!! You're a God-danged CHEATER, you slimy little worm! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!
Michael: Actually, my friend, you just lost the money you were supposed to pay me today, so.....
I'll kill
you.
*Michael pointed the gun at Beskar, who tried to get out of the way, and opened fire, shooting him directly in the chest. The bullets impacted him all over his body, and he was pushed back against the wall. Michael laughed maniacally as he continued firing, until he was satisfied. Beskar fell to the floor with many dozens of bullet wounds, and died instantly.*
Greyblades: I did it! I can't believe I won.
Michael: Oh no.... I am afraid it is you who are mistaken, about a great many things. It was I who managed to fill another straight flush. I'm afraid that the chips you wagered will be lost. And since you bet everything you had, I'm afraid I'm going to have to collect some other way.
Greyblades: No! Wait! I can still pay.... do you accept personal checks?
*Michael pointed the gun at Greyblades, who tried to get out of the way, and opened fire, shooting him directly in the chest. The bullets impacted him all over his body, and he was pushed back against the wall. Michael laughed maniacally as he continued firing, until he was satisfied. Greyblades fell to the floor with many dozens of bullet wounds, and died instantly.*

Michael: I'm afraid the answer is no.
*Michael addresses the other gamblers*
And I want to thank the rest of you gentlemen for a lovely evening, and all the money you've donated to Papa Gino's
Save The Scumbags foundation. I promise that not one dime will go to waste. Now I'm going to give you to the count of three to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keisters off of my property, before I pump your guts full of lead. And if you don't have my money soon, you're going to end up just like Whiskers and Switchblade over here.
This is your last warning. Don't come back here without my money, capisce?
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