The Tamagotchi Guardian
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- Apr 26, 2008
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‘I told you Stig, slot machines are fun!’ Dan shouted over the blaring music of the arcade, while attempting to drag Stig in. Stig struggled, grabbing a pole next to the entrance and angrily shouted, ‘No they are not! You are asking me to loose lots of my money by going on these… these… things!’ Stig hated slot machines. As you couldn’t scientifically predict a win ratio or guarantee how much you would win, he hated them. Dan loved them. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get Stig to take an interest. ‘Please come in with me!’ whined Dan. He was getting desperate. ‘I tell you what!’ he exclaimed, ‘Whatever I win, I will split half with you!’ Stig paused from his constipated faces and his ‘please help me’ puppy dog eyes. ‘Ok!’ agreed Stig. ‘But I’m blaming you if we win nothing!’
After changing his many £10 notes into 10p, 20p, 50p and £1 coins, Dan rushed straight over to a £1 machine. ‘Woah!’ yelled Stig, yelling over two drunks singing Jerusalem loudly. ‘Shouldn’t we wait till we have a big win before going on the expensive machines?’ Dan tutted at Stig’s logic. ‘You’re ruining the fun!’ Dan complained, ‘It’s no fun if we go on the cheap machines.’ Stig banged his foot. ‘Right, I’m going home!’ Stig screamed. The change attendant and all of the other players turned round to look it him. Stig blushed. ‘Don’t play, don’t get half,’ Dan muttered under his breath. Stig bit his bottom lip as he was known to do. ‘Right, we need three of any colour to win,’ Dan explained as he inserted a £1 coin into the machine. The three reels spun. ‘Red,’ ‘Red,’ ‘Orange,’ was the outcome. Stig sighed. ‘Don’t blame me when you loo…’ Dan hushed him as people started to turn around from their heavy gambling again.
TO BE CONTINUED
After changing his many £10 notes into 10p, 20p, 50p and £1 coins, Dan rushed straight over to a £1 machine. ‘Woah!’ yelled Stig, yelling over two drunks singing Jerusalem loudly. ‘Shouldn’t we wait till we have a big win before going on the expensive machines?’ Dan tutted at Stig’s logic. ‘You’re ruining the fun!’ Dan complained, ‘It’s no fun if we go on the cheap machines.’ Stig banged his foot. ‘Right, I’m going home!’ Stig screamed. The change attendant and all of the other players turned round to look it him. Stig blushed. ‘Don’t play, don’t get half,’ Dan muttered under his breath. Stig bit his bottom lip as he was known to do. ‘Right, we need three of any colour to win,’ Dan explained as he inserted a £1 coin into the machine. The three reels spun. ‘Red,’ ‘Red,’ ‘Orange,’ was the outcome. Stig sighed. ‘Don’t blame me when you loo…’ Dan hushed him as people started to turn around from their heavy gambling again.
TO BE CONTINUED
