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"Yeah, sure." Asmo leaned forward and took a small bite from the opposite end of the burger.
"Hey. Better than Az dragging ponies to spoopy spary Tartarus."
Asmo rolled his way onto the nearest railroad and bought it. "Hail capitalism!"
"Yeah. That way I can say that pass Arch made is totally fake. But I'll let it slide 'cause I'm a chill, laid back guard, yo."
"Huh. Alright..." Asmo landed on Chance and drew his card. "Outta jail free. Nice."
"A twelve?" His eyes widened. "Did you just help me cheat?"
"Yeah, but you don't wanna be one trying to convince guards what you just did isn't illegal because of very often overlooked loopholes."
Asmo raised an eyebrow and rolled the dice.
"C'mon, get me outta jail..." He rolled a five. "FLUFF!"
Asmo rolled himself a 3. "WELL, I am having a good start."
"What, you think I'm a kid? With my knowledge in law? C'mon!"
"Eurgh... forty."
"I could be one for all you know. Who knows how I age?"
"Oh, hey. Gonna buy it?"
"Yeah. Community Chest, and now..." Asmo drew a card. "Go directly to jail! Good start, Asmo!"
"Are we really?" Asmo chuckled.
"That one..." Azrael squinted. "I cannot make it out."
"I sure wish I could read that. Az?" "Order, justice and truth," Azrael translated.
"So kind." Asmo rolled a 2. "...woo?"
"Holy hell, am I falling on deaf ears over here?"