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So I waddle up to the high-stakes area at the casino, dressed in -- what else? -- my penguin suit. Now, I'm not much of a gambler, but hey, this aquarium's full of fish, and nobody's gonna hear me tapping. I find a table that's short -- give me some breathing space, you know -- and hop right up onto the felt. "Yo, bird," the player at the banker's left drawls as he gestures towards the nickel 'n dime section of the casino sloppily, ever so slightly spilling his high-balled Bourbon, "The pidgeon section is over there." I just waggle my flipper, and my main man Red produces my bankroll -- a roll of purps. I push them towards the banker for a cut. The banker returns a stack of greens and blacks. Bourbon shuts up for a bit. It's time to make some big bets.
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