"What is it, Maricana, what is the point of that catch? I'm just curious."

Take the cards on the table. Now I'll mix them together. This time.

"What will you compete for next? Be confident."

Gee, that's a hateful statement. I hate you. I mixed up the cards roughly.

"Blackjack, right? Let me win."

Twenty? You managed to win.

"Maricana, I'm 21. Marikana, it's not working."

Gee, I can't believe I lost again. I'm starting to feel a lot better. Something suspicious.

"Next up is poker. This time."