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Thinking quickly, you fling your hand directly at the manager's neck. The cards give him a deadly papercut, casuing blood to spray anime-style from the tiny slits.

"Argle!" he screams, "Blugga arga gugga!" He levels the pistol at your forehead but his hands are already slick with blood. His grip slips once, twice, three times, then finally the gun falls from his grasp, smashes into the table, and discharges directly into the Manager. He slumps, his life extinquished. This just leaves the dark man...

...who is nowhere to be seen.

"He buggered off!" you remark to no-one in particular."

"Aye," says a voice you don't recognize, "He's scoffered. Now it is down to you, and it is down to me."

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