Fifi clucked her tongue. "You will never achieve gnosis this way. We must try again. Pick up the tiles."
At that moment, Fifi and her entire sect of Bunnies, or Lagomorphoi, or whatever they called themselves, irritated him almost to the point of ethnocide.
Then something clicked in his brain.
He picked up the tiles and put them back in the bag. "Let's try this again," he said. "I feel lucky." There was a glint in his eye.
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