Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah!
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"Three thousand, four hundred fifty seven!" Having counted all the tiles in the floor of the Casino's lobby, Howard Hughes was ready to proceed with the poker tournament. Briefly, he thought about the return home and what flying his new airplane was going to do to his already frazzled nerves.
Suddenly, he was hit with an idea. It was probably one of the best ideas he had ever come up with. Other than having all the tiles in his home hand numbered from the factory, that is. Now to find the perfect patsy...
He looked around the crowd. Over in a corner, the fellow witht he pilot's hat was engaged in conversation with a man sporting a ridiculously thin moustache. Money exchanged hands. Hughes began to hav hope. Now, if only the pilot went to the counter to register as a player...
He nearly did a handspring when just that eventuality took place.
He would soon be rid of the M.A.R.V.I.N. It was a small price to pay to lose the Goose, as well.
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