[ things were going so well up until that card, man. so normal. just a perfectly regular house of cards game with boring questions, and now this. and now this. Fidelio's ears flatten as his new... competitor?? hops onto the table. he's seen some shit in here, but no lizard people, which is a tribe he can't even begin to guess at and doesn't dare try. especially not while he's being dragged to filth in front of everyone. ]

I never said—! Shut your fat gob, wouldja?

[ if he was flushed before, he's beet red now. and here he thought he was difficult to scandalize. not even the whole "sex casino where you have to fuck everybody to leave" got more than a flat "what the bleating fuck" out of him (although that might've also just been because he didn't believe it at first, but still). ]

None of that was on the card. You try'n pull one, you're gonna lose on the first round. You sober enough to catch that?