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**Buttery Commissar**

[Confused] [Genuinely didn't have any originally]

[Looks at Kimmy] Editing my cards is also cheating.

Anyone got any-[Reaches over and stops Kimmy from miming] fives?

**War Kitten**

*looks sternly at Kimmy*
No cheating little one or you won't get the surprise I brought you from my brothers.
*she looks mildly ashamed, but also excited*
*hands BC a 5*

**Verviedi**

*Also hands BC a 5*

So... How do you win this game?

**War Kitten**

*hands Verviedi the instructions*
You're supposed to ask someone if they have a certain card number, such as 3's. You only ask one person, and if you get a card from them you can ask another person for a certain card, you continue this till someone says "Go Fish", then you draw a card. You're going for pairs of cards.

**2BlackJack1**

*finishes building a multi level complex card house, including a garage*

Oh. That's how we play?

**Verviedi**

Hmmm... WK, so do you have any...

*Glances at hand*

Twos?

**War Kitten**

*twitches*
No. Of course I don't. Why would you think that?

**ZergSmasher**

*Sees game of Go Fish being played*

"I think I once saw Jim Raynor's Terrans playing a game like that. Is there any way you will deal me in?"

*Pulls a Khaydarin Amulet out of a small ornate pouch on armor*

"This can be my bet."

**2BlackJack1**

*sadly removes the third floor of his card house and hands it to ZS*

Here, you probably need this more than I do.

**War Kitten**

*takes the cards from 2bj1 and deals a hand to ZS*
Yep. Here you go. Your turn too!

**ZergSmasher**

"Buttery Terran, do you have any 4's?"

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at hand] Go f- [Sighs] Apparently I do now.
[Hands over more cards]

[Kimmy holds up hands asking for Aces]

**War Kitten**

Who are you asking for Aces Kimmy?
*she points to me*
Feth.
*hands her my entire hand of Aces*
How does a deck have that many Aces anyway?

**Buttery Commissar**

...I think we're being sharked by a child. [Pointed at] [Hands over one more ace]
[Kimmy makes a stack of cards]

**2BlackJack1**

*has finished several buildings and is moving on to making a hospital out of cards*

I think a helipad would go nice here.

**War Kitten**

*to BC*
How did any child of yours learn how to card-shark? I thought any child of yours would be more....... innocent then that.
*Kimmy is now wearing a fedora*
Where did she get that?

**Verviedi**

Hmmm... A fedora and ridiculous sharking?

...By any chance does she have a power that's like a... route to winning? Maybe a Path To Victory?

**Buttery Commissar**

Hey, I used to have the capability to be devious.

I'm the product of massive amounts of chem treatments, Verviedi's surgery, blunt force trauma, and what I can only hope was a complete personality transplant.
Admittedly I still feel an unusual attraction to that toaster. [Looks over]

**War Kitten**

*sighs*
Do I need to un-feth your brain again? *holds up narthecium*
I had hoped that what I had done to you during that surgery would've fixed it. Maybe I need to do some more...
*sighs and shakes his head*
Your turn still Kimmy.
*she looks down at her cards*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Pulls hat down further and shakes head] I'm f-fine. I don't remember asking for that surgery to begin with.
There's nothing wrong with finding chrome an attractive look in a companion. [Stares at kitchen] I'm not sure it'd work out though, I'm pretty sure it's got something going on with the tea kettle.

[Kimmy holds up a 9]

**Verviedi**

Seeing as the toaster's machine-spirit is basically an engram of you...

...This seems like an incident that I should not inquire about.

**Buttery Commissar**

Oh um, a long while back a large angry man injected me with a fatal mutation, and to save me, Verviedi transferred my consciousness into a toaster.

A very nicely designed toaster at that... [Rubs temples] Someone just give Kimmy a nine.

[Toaster pops out toast with little love hearts burned into one side of each slice]

**War Kitten**

*pats BC on the back*
You would get along great with the Iron Hands then, they LOVE machines.
*hands Kimmy a 9*

**KaptinBadrukk**

*beams down*

I'll just watch.

**Buttery Commissar**

I actually have a fairly intense phobia of augmetics and sentient machinery. [Nods to Blackjack] No offense.

The terror of my own arm being bionic has just sort of levelled out to a background noise of general self hatred. [Shrugs]
Last time I had one, I tried to blow it off with a bolt pistol.

**War Kitten**

If you'd rather I can try to regenerate your original arm.
*shrugs*

**Co'tor Shas**

*sits down with the group*

**Verviedi**

Self-hatred? Is your hardware conflicting with your software, so to speak?

You stole that analogy from me.

**War Kitten**

Oh that reminds me Verviedi, the Tech-Marine's and other apothecaries have almost finished regening your biological body.

**Buttery Commissar**

I like the bionic arm.