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I knew this was a classic trap—gave one a taste first, then reeled one in once they were hooked. "Then… I'll give it a shot?" Mr. Somner smiled and handed me the chips. "Go on. Young people need some drive." I walked up to a dice table and casually placed a few bets. Luck was on my side. I won a few rounds, and my chips grew to over 30 thousand dollars. "See!" Noah exclaimed excitedly beside me. "I told you you'd be good at this!" "This is the place my dad came to before as well, right?"

There were times Richard would joke that his hands were shaking and it didn't help that he had natural grey hair. He would explain to them all day that it was natural and the best reply he'd gotten was that he was born old. The funny thing was that he'd remarked that his parents always made the same joke. They'd always told him then, that he would always be around after they were gone, cause he couldn't get older, as he had always been old. The joke then seemed harmless, but now, it carried way more weight than an ordinary joke should. "But isn't that heavily guarded?" Richard asked.

"He was an old man which I could bet was in his late sixties of early seventies. A man like that would have more than two wives but still look for a woman outside to satisfy his needs. Tsk tsk I shook my head in disgrace. The MC calmed down when I pointed at the old man, who guess he was someone big in the city, if not in the whole country. "I don't care about what's happening here, but I promise not to sue if you'll take me home right now." I said in the most threatening voice I could muster. The hall went silent, before everyone burst in a loud laughter. What was so funny? Did they think I was bluffing? I looked around and saw everyone of them was laughing, except one guy.

"This man is sick." Lindy: I HAVE NEVER MET A MAN AS STUPID AND DIRTY AS YOU! Well too bad, I don't fit your standards. I'm a VERY old woman, with cane, white hairs and wrinkles. Milo smiled to himself, “I have way better jokes than that.” He sounded proud. Mill: That's cute. But you call that funny? Okay, I'm giving you a chance this time. But only one time. Ha-ha. See? I laughed. I laughed at your joke because your like a cute little hot ripe apple that's ready to be eaten.

She awkwardly pointed at the spoon, "I am so clumsy, haha." She attempted to lighten the mood, but they all regarded her strangely as if they were about to declare that they didn't know her. Her smile faded as she lowered her eyes, muttering, "I guess that wasn't very funny." "Very funny?" Dave raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't even 'funny' at all," he stated casually. ‘These old fellows! They've already lived their lives for too long! Jokes can't amuse them anymore!' She complained in her mind. Ulva huffed, leaning her chin on her front paws. 'You still need to make that old fella love you... For revenge.'

I said, then I heard some noises on the other line. "Hey, if you're just pulling a prank on me, I'm telling you, I don't have time to waste for your goddamn prank." I said, and was about to end the call but I heard another laughter from the other line. "Hey! I don't have time to joke around with you!" I shouted. So, this shit is joking around with me, huh? “I'm not informed that I am a clown now, huh?” I said sarcastically. I was about to speak when he suddenly turned off the call. What — what a fool!

Before the old woman could say anything, her husband immediately looked unhappy and said, “What the f*ck? Are you planning on hitting us, perhaps? Come on then! You weren’t even born when I was out fighting our enemies in the war last time! Come on then, you little sh*t! Bring it on!” The salespeople were completely stunned, as neither of them had ever thought that the old man would be a war veteran. However, Jade suddenly laughed mockingly. Meanwhile, Javier did not seem to show the old man any mercy as he scornfully said, “I don’t mind you trying to seem all tough, but can you make your lies seem more convincing? You’re currently 60 years old, aren’t you? Even if you were 70, the war would

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

“ Eighteen fifty what??? I retort, widening my eyes, “Oh damn…” The sound of a horn threatens to make me deaf like the old woman in front of me and it is quickly followed by indecent sentences coming from the male gender. I raise my middle finger in response and don't bother to look towards the car in question. I sigh, noticing that I'm not really moving forward with this turtle in front of me. “Really, you old guys are getting everyone drunk. I moan after hanging up.” “When you’re my age… “I hope I’m dead by now.” I retort by taking off my pumps

"Hey, old man! You finally miss me, huh?" "Who are you calling an old man? I am stronger than you and can even win you in the fight, hmph." Old master Mo shouted on the phone. A laugh was heard from other side of the phone. "Hahaha… you really know how to joke huh, old man? Only my granny would fall for your joke." "Of course, because my wife is the best unlike you, punk." Old Master Mo shouted in the phone. "Yeah, yeah, you only have your wife in your eyes. We all are irrelevant. Anyway, why did you call me? Could it be that you really missed me?"